ggctloa 


Q 

Q 

Z 

>■ 

0 

< 

tf) 

z 

li. 

z 

o 

i 

0 

hi 

H 

u 

>• 

m 

z 

U. 

W 

< 

Q 

I 

0 

J 
< 

tc 

J 

>■ 

>■ 

0 

m 

< 

■ 

< 

5 

j 

C 

Q 

X 

0 

hi 

u 

U 

ffi 

-i 

0 

H 

I 

0 

X 

1- 
< 

J 

H 

N 

H 

I 

2 

h 

UJ 

I 

h 

0    <£****£ 


Wv%^ 


4m*l&L*£ms 


V 


*^Y 


^  w 


,gp* 0F    °vk 


i!0UL  241936 

Logical  st^ 


BEING     A     COLLECTION     OF 


HYMNS  AND  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 


ADAPTED  TO  ALL  PURPOSES  OF 


SOCIAL  AND  RELIGIOUS  WORSHIP. 


e    BY    REV.    BIBAR     MA¥; 

Minister  of  the  Gospel. 


PERRY: 

AMERICAN     CITIZEN      OFFICE 
1840.  " 


%  • 


Entered 
According  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1840,  by 

HIRAM    MAY, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the 

Western  District  of  New- York. 


: 


NOTICE   TO   THE    PUBLIC 


The  compiler  of  the  following  volume  of 
hymns  would  not  be  considered  as  undervaluing 
similar  publications,  from  which  himself,  as  well 
as  others,  have  received  great  spiritual  edification 
and  comfort ;  but  having  had  some  opportunity 
to  make  a  selection,  such  as  he  hopes  will  aid  in 
the  private,  social,  and  religious  devotions  of 
Christians;  and  believing  that  such  a  work  is 
called  for  within  the  bounds  of  our  own  com- 
munion, he  presents  this  first  edition  of  "The 
Harp"  to  the  notice  of  the  Christian  Public, 
hoping  for  their  indulgence  in  what  might  not 
appear  the  most  judicious,  and  praying  that  a 
blessing  may  attend  its  perusal  among  all  classes 
of  Christians. 

Respectfully, 

HIRAM  MAY. 
Covington,  N.  Y.,  1840. 


CONTENTS 


PAGE 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  awake,  15 

All  who  seek  a  throne  of  grace,  24 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross,  20 

Am  I  prepared  to  die,  32 

Ah!  what  is  life,  I  heard  one  ask?  58 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep!  105 

A  warrior  fallen!  a  warrior  fallen!  126 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief,  134 

Art  thou  a  Christian?  &c.  138 

Ah,  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn,  151 

A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  wo,  156 

Among  the  Hebrew  captives?  160 

Alas!  alas!  poor  little  thing,  180 

As  much  have  I  of  worldly  good,  208 

A  soldier,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made,  227 

Awake  my  soul  in  joyful  lays,  232 

Adieu!  my  dear  brethren,  adieu!  252 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound,  260 

Away,  my  unbelieving  fear,  299 

A  people  call'd  Christians,  305 

Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound,  308 

Away,  my  doubts,  begone  my  fears,  316 

Awake!  O,  guilty  world  awake!  319 

Brethren,  we  are  met  for  worship,  27 

By  whom  was  David  taught?  55 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here,  65 
Blest  land  of  Judea!  thrice  hallowed,  &c.        86 

Barren  still  this  tree  is  found,  172 

By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying,  205 

Before  Elisha's  gate,  222 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door,  277 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring,  332 


CONTENTS. 


Chide  not  the  lingering  hours  of  life,  35 

Count  not  thy  days  that  have  idly,  &c.  72 

Come  and  taste  aiong  with  me,  78 

Come,  warm  my  heart,  celestial  fire,  94 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed,  192 
Camp  meetings  with  success  are  crowned,     254 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in,  &c.  51 

Come,  all  ye  young  people,  &c.  57 

Child,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play,  231 

Come,  my  brethren  dear,  235 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue,  249 

Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  257 

Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  259 

Come  friends  and  relations,  let's  join,  &c.  335 

Come  ye  that  love  my  Lord  and  Master,  328 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  281 

Come,  my  dear  brethren,  for  awhile,  306 

Come,  listening  angels  assist  me  to  sing,  339 

Dread  Sovereign  let  my  evening  song,  15 

Death,  he  is  the  king  of  terrors,  80 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know,  119 

Drooping  souls,  no  longer  grieve,  264 

Delay  not — delay  not —  266 

Encouraged  by  thy  word,  221 

Earth  with  her  ten  thousand  flowers,  2S8 

Exceedingly  sorrowful,  even  to  death,  331 

Free,  yet  in  chains,  the  mountain,  &c.  36 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains,  85 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise,  48 

Farewell,  all  worldly  honors,  ■   64 

Farewell!  beloved  companions,  67 

From  o'er  the  Rocky  Mountains,  96 

Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord,  115 

Fallen  on  Zion's  battle  hill,  133 

From  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain,  146 

Fleet  as  the  arrow  through  the  air,  216 


CONTENTS.  VI I 


From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows,  251 

Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost,  295 

FarewHl  my  dear  brethren,  301 

From  the  realms  where  the  day,  &c.  357 

Great  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners,  239 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane.  240 

Holy  Bible,  Book  divine,  21 

How  hath  he  loved  us]  Ask  the  star,  41 

Hast  thou  a  brother  unreclaimed?  44 

Hark!   what  is  that  note,  &c.  56 

Hark!  brethren  don't  you  hear,  &c  59 

H<>w  sweet  the  thought  while,  &e.  69 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed!  92 

Hail  ye  hosts  of  seraphs  bright!  129 

Hail!   God  the  Father,  glorious  light!  144 

Hark!   with  each  passing  breeze  I  hear,  178 

Hail,  ye  missionary  bands!  193 
Have  ye  heard,  have  ye  heard  of  that,  &c.    199 

Hark!  it  is  the  bell  of  prayer,  200 

Hear  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounding,  230 

Hail,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus!  237 

Hark!  my  soul — it  is  the  Lord,  261 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent!  267 

Hear  the  joyful  proclamation,  270 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond,  &c.  294 
Hail  the  blest  morn  when  the  great,  &c.         298 

How  precious  is  the  name!  .850 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints,  &c,  359 

I  love  to  steal  awhile,  &c.  23 

In  deep  surprise  I  sought,  &c.  37 

I  asked  her  when  in  beauty  dressed,  46 

In  airy  dreams  of  gay  delight,  63 

In  what  confusion  earth  appears,  84 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan,  112 

In  dedark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh,  197 


rill  CONTENTS. 

Irnmanuel  reigns:    the  long  foretold,  &c.  198 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord,  300 

I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay,  296 

I  love  the  holy  Son  of  God,  272 

Inquirer  of  secret  devotion,  279 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight,  287 
I  greatly  lamented  the  death  of  my  Savior,    346 

Jesus,  dear  name,  how  sweet,  &c  31 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,  47 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem,  enthroned,  &c.  137 

Jesus  in  truth  and  power  divine,  154 

Jesus  came  into  the  world,  157 

Jesus,  my  pattern  and  my  guide,  224 

Jesus  to  every  willing  mind,  225 

Jesus,  thy  love  shall  we  forget,  241 

Jesus  while  he  dwelt  below,  243 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken,  312 

Jesus!  and  shall  it  ever  be,  355 

Know  then  that  every  soul  is  free,  141 

Love  brings  to  Christ  a  burning  heart,  29 

Listen  ye  sprightly,  and  attend  ye,  &c.  110 

Long  time  I  bow'd  to  folly's  shrine,  168. 

Like  snow  that  falls  where  waters  glide,  170 

Lord,  search  and  try  this  heart  of  mine,  246 

Long  since  with  blest  emotion,  247 

Lord  of  universal  nature,  338 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my,  &c.  53 

My  God,  though  every  earthly  hope,  70 

My  husband,  there  are  reasons,  &c.  71 

My  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love,  120 

My  hope,  my  all,  my  Saviour  there,  155 

My  years  roll  on  in  silent  course,  179 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion,  &c.  228 

My  soul's  full  of  glory,  255 

"Mercy,  O  thou  son  of  David!"  321 


C  O  N  TENTS. 


Now  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise,  "244 

Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring,  25 

One  gong  of  praise,  one  song  of  prayer,  42 

O  God  of  mercy,  grace  and  truth,  75 

O  land  of  rest,  we  look  to  thee,  101 

Oh,  what  is  man  of  hope  deprived!  107 

On  they  pressed,  'mid  hope  and  fear,  118 

One  there  is  above  all  others,  155 

O  heavenly  muse!  my  breast  inspire,  165 

Oh!  careless  sinner,  come,  185 

O  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart,  201 

O  how  charming! — O  how  charming!  203 
O  where  are  the  men  with  virtue  endow'd,     245 

Oh,  come  my  heart  and  let  us  take,  262 

Once  more,  welcome  dearest  friends,  275 

O  for  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love,  317 

Old  people,  will  you  still  despise,  340 
O  God  of  all  grace,  thy  goodness  we  praise,    342 

Oft  has  my  fruitful  mind  been  led,  351 

Pray  on  my  brethren  in  the  Lord,  19 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire,  128 

Praise,  praise  the  Lord,  ho!  all,  &c.  210 

Precious  Bible!  what  a  treasure,  213 

Prayer  its  way  to  God  can  find,  310 

Raise  the  christian  standard  higher,  108 

Raise  thoughtless  sinner,  &c.  16 

Rise  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings,  122 

Remember,  sinful  youth,  152 

Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me,  202 

Supported  by  the  word,  17 

Soldiers  of  the  cross  arise,  73 

Sweet  is  the  early  breath  of  morn,  97 

Since  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God,  183 

Savior,  we  have  long  been  sighing,  189 

Saw  ye  where  the  Savior  kept,  190 


CON  T  E  N    I   8  . 


Say,  Eliza,  have  you  seen,  104 

"Stand  by!"  cried  the  Pharisee,  &c.  196 

See  I  he  Lord  of  glory  dying,    .  242 

Some  cast  their  every  care,  278 

Saw  ye  my  Savior,  288 

Stop,  pour  sinner!  slop  and  think,  '303 

Sovereign  grace  has  power  alone,  327 

'Twas  when  the  seas,  &c.  18 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,  18 

There  is  heaven  o'er  yonder,  &c.  22 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with,  &c.  26 

The  bark  was  frail,  the  &c.  28 

Though  faint,  and  sick,  &c.  33 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave,  34 

The  cold  wind  swept  the  mountain,  &c.  39 

That  I  shall  die,  full  well  I  know,  40 

There  is  a  treasure  richer  far,  52 

The  reason  we  Igve  friendship,  61 

The  Great  God  of  love  hath  shown,  &c.  77 

The  great  tremendous  day's  approaching,  82 

Thus  saith  the  Lord  of  glory,  89 

The  lightning's  bright  flash,  91 

Trust  in  heaven! — when  o'er  thy  path,  104 

Thy  neighbor?  It  is  he  whom  thou,  106 

To  leave  my  dear  friends,  and  with,  &c.  116 

The  more  we  live,  more  brief  appear,  136 

There  is  a  hope! — a  bL-ssed  hope,  141 

Through  all  the  world  below,  148 

This  world  is  beautiful  and  bright,  207 

There  is  a  stream  whose  narrow  tide,  209 

There  is  a  star  whose  heavenly  light,  212 

The  fading  world  promiscuous  flows,  214 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know,  215 

The  worth  of  truth  no  tongue  can  tell,  233 

Though  in  the  outward  church  below,  269 

'Tis  low  down  in  the  beautiful  vallev,  271 


C  O  N  T  E  N  T  S  .  XI 


The  Son  of  man  they  did  betray,  290 

The  whirlwind  passed  by,  292 

They  have  gone  to  the  land,  297 

The  Christians  of  old  united  in  one,  318 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice,  320 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure,  322 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  come,  324 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show  326 

To  see  his  harp — once  tuneful  harp,  336 
'Tis  built  on  a  rock  and  the  tempest  may  rave,  343 
The  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near,  348 

The  chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels,  &c.  352 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries  escape,  &c.  356 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame,  25 

When  secret  sins  before  us  rise,  74 

Where  two  or  three  together  meet,  91 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view,  98 

With  courage  bold  the  watchmen  stand,  100 

When  strangers  stand,  and  hear  me  tell,  102 

What  is  the  thing  of  highest  price,  103 

When  the  prodigal  returned,  109 

Why,  O,  my  soul,  why  thus  depressed,  117 

When  we  our  weary  limbs  to  rest,  123 

While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness,  &c.  124 

Well!  blessed  Savior,  calTst  thou  me,  131 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld,  142 

What's  this  that  steals,  13 

Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night,  21 

Watcher!   Who  wakest  by  the  bed  of  pain,  43 

Why  should  vain  mortals  tremble,  &c.  49 

While  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun,  62 

What  is  death?  Let  mortals  say,  66 

What  is  the  world?  a  wildering,  &c.  72 

We  are  hastening  on:  we  are  hastening  on,  158 

While  within  my  garden  roving,  166 

When  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care,  171 


CONTENTS. 


When  Jesus  dwelt  on  earth  below,  173 

When  persecution  rears  its  head,  175 

Who'd  be  a  Missionary's  bride?  176 

Why  should  we  be  affrighted,  &c.  181 

While  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plains,  184 

When  the  repentant  Mary  came,  187 

When  toss'd  on  error's  stormy  tide,  188 

When  the  fierce  north  wind,  218 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  220 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear,  226 
When  pulse  heats  low,  and  cheeks  grow  pale,  235 

When  through  the  torn  sail,  250 

When.  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,  268 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer,  274 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again?  333 
What  peace  and  what  comfort,  what  joy,  &c.  353 

Ye  morning  star?,  that  sing,  &c.  31 

Yea,  if  God  blesses,  I'm  blessed,  38 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee,  45 

Yes,  there's  one  place  like  home,  &c.  127 

Ye  brave  and  bold,  ye  brisk  and  dull,  147 

Ye  saints  attend  the  Savior's  voice,  234 

Ye  people  away,  250 

Ye  angelic  messengers  bright,  282 

Young  people  all  attention  give,  313 

Ye  carnal  professors,  329 


i?  \  [    ,     S  A  M 


l.   La^  lVorrfs  0/  Bishop  McKendree. 

"ALL   IS    WELL." 

1   VtnJAT'S  this  that  steals— 

That  steals  upon  my  frame? 
Is  it  Death!      Is  it  Death? 
That  soon  will  quench — 

Will  quench  this  vital  flame? 
Is  it  Death!    Is  it  Death! 
If  this  be  Death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free; 

1  shall  my  King  in  Glory  see: 

All  is  well,  all  is  well! 

2  Weep  not  my  friends, 

My  friends,  weep  not  for  me; 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 

My  sins  are  pardon'd; 
Fardon'd  !     I  am  free! 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 
Tree's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Jesus  from  my  eyes; 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 

B 


14  T  II  E    *II  ARP. 

3  Tune,  time  your  harps — 

Your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory! 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 

I  will  rehearse — 
Rehearse  the  pleasing  story; 
All  is  well,  all  is  we!!! 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come, 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room; 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home — 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 

4  Hark  !  hark,  my  Lord! 

My  Lord  and  Master  calls  me — 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 

I  soon  shall  see — 
Shall  see  his  face  in  glory — 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 
Farewell  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu! 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view,. 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 

5  Hail,  hail,  all  hail! 

All  hail,  ye  saints  in  glory! 
Saved  by  grace — sav'd  by  grace; 

I've  come  to  join — 
To  join  your  blood-wash'd  throng — 
Sav'd  by  grace — sav'd  by  grace : 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  all  are  mine! 
All  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb: 
All  is  well,  all  is  well! 


!   ii  r    H   \  i:  p  1  9 


2.  Jerusalem,  AiraLe! 

1     *  WAKE,  Jerusalem,  awake, 

0  /';t>n,  put  on  thy  strength, 
Put  on  thy  beautiful  garments, 
Put  on  thy  beautiful  garments, 

<  >,  Jerusalem,  Jerusalem! 
Put  on  thy  beautiful  garments! 

3.  A  a  Evening  Hymn. 

BY    WATTS. 

1  |  >RKAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song, 

Like  holy  incense  rise;  t  . 

Assist  the  onViugs  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard, 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
Hut  ( ),  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found! 

•1  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  died 
To  save  my  wretched  sou!! 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied, 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll! 


16  T  H  E     II  A  R  P 


5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renevv'd  by  thee. 

6  Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  Gad, 
Or  on  my  Savior's  breast. 

4.    Weighed  in  the  Balauct. 

1  13  AISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye : 

Behold  the  judgment  drawing  nigh! 
Behold  the  balance  is  display'd, 
And  thou  must  be  exactly  weighed. 

2  See  in  one  scale,  God's  holy  law; 
Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw: 
Canst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain? 

Thy  works  how  light!  thy  thoughts  how  vain! 

3  Behold  the  hand  of  God  appears 
And  writes  in  dreadful  characters 
'TekeP — thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 
With  trembling  hear  the  awful  sound! 

4  Let  fear  thy  sin-bound  heart  embrace 
Let  guilty  shame  o'erspread  thy  face, 

,  Conviction  through  thy  conscience  roll; 
And  deep  repentance  fill  thy  soul. 

5  One  only  hope  can  yet  prevail; 
Jesus  for  thee  can  turn  the  scale; 
Can  give  thy  guilty  conscience  peace* 
And  save  thee  by  his  righteousness. 


THE     HARP.  17 


5.    Triumph  of  Faith. 
SUPPORTED  by  the  word 
Though  in  himself  a  worm, 


The  servant  of  the  Lord 

Can  wondrous  acts  perform. 
Without,  dismay  he  boldly  treads 
Where'er  the  path  of  duty  leads. 

2  The  haughty  king  in  vain, 

With  fury  on  his  brow, 
Believers  would  constrain 

To  golden  gods  to  bow: 
The  furnace  could  not  make  them  fear 
Because  they  knew  the  Lord  was  near. 

3  As  vain  was  the  decree 

Which  charged  them  not  to  pray, 
Daniel  still  bow'd  the  knee 

And  worshipp'd  thrice  a  day: 
Trusting  in  God  he  feared  not  men 
Though  threatened  with  the  lion's  den. 

4  The  Lord  is  still  the  same; 

A  mighty  shield  and  tower, 
And  they  who  trust  his  name 

Are  guided  by  his  power: 
He  can  the  rage  of  lions  tame 
And  bear  them  harmless  through  the  flame. 

.5  Yet  we  too  often  shrink, 
When  trials  are  in  view, 
Expecting  we  must  sink 

And  never  nan  get  through: 


18  THE     HARP. 

But  could  we  once  believe,  indeed, 
From  all  these  fears  we  should  be  freed. 

6.   My  Father's  at  the  Helm. 
1   'rglWAS  when  the  seas  with  horrid  roar 
A  little  bark  assail'd, 
And  pallid  fear,  with  awful  power, 
O'er  each  on  board  prevail'd; 

*2  Save  one — the  captain's  darling  child, 

Who  fearless  view'd  the  storm, 

And  playful  with  composure  smil'd 

At  danger's  threatening  form. 

3  Why  sporting  thus,  a  seaman  cries, 

Whilst  sorrows  overwhelm? 
'Why  yield  to  grief?' — the  boy  replies; 
♦My  Father  .'s  at  the  helm!' 

4  Poor  doubting  soul,  from  hence  be  taught 

How  groundless  is  thy  fear; 
Think  what  the  power  of  Christ  hath  wrought. 
And  he  is  ever  near. 

5  Then  upward  look,  how'er  distress'd, 

Jesus  will  guide  thee  home 
To  that  eternal  port  of  rest 

Where  storms  shall  never  come. 

7.   Close  of  Day. 
1  PjpHE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear: 
O  may  we  all  remember  well, 
The  nisht  of  death  draws  near. 


THE    HARP.  19 

2  We  lay  our  garments  Dy, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest: 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 

I 

Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 
u  Then  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 
O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thv  love.- 


8.  Pray  on,  Brethren. 

1  IpRAY  on  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Pray  till  you  feel  the  power  of  God, 
Pray  till  he  drive  your  doubts  away, 
Pray  till  you  see  the  gospel  day. 

2  Pray  for  the  mourners;  see  their  grief; 
Pray  till  the  mourners  find  relief, 
Pray  for  the  wicked,  everywhere, 
Pray  that  your  garments  may  be  clear. 

3  Soon  you  shall  have  your  heart's  desire^ 
Soon  Gcd  will  answer  as  by  fire; 
You'll  see  th'  effect  of  fervent  prayer 
In  the  abundant  grace  you  share. 


2Q  T  HE    HARP 


0.    Soldier  of  the  Cross. 

1  i  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
-^-     A  follower  of  the  Lamb? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, — 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Can  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease"? 
Whilst  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face, 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word, 

5  The  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 

CHORUS. 

A  soldier  for  Jesus — Hallelujah! 
Praise  ye  my  Lord — /  love  my  Jesus, 

Hallelujah! 
Love  and  serve  the  Lord. 


T  II  E     II  A  R  P  .  21 

10.    Value  of  the  Bible. 

1  T-JOLY  Bible,  Book  Divine! 

Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine; 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came, 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine  to  show  a  Savior's  love; 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine  to  judge — condemn — acquit. 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless; 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel  sinner's  doom! 
O,  thou  precious  book  divine! 
Precious  treasure!  thou  art  mine. 


1 


11.    Watchman!   What  of  the  night? 
"ITETATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are! 
Tav'ler!  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory. beaming  star! 
Watchman!  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Trav'ler!  yes;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promis'd  day  of  Israel! 

2  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night; 
Higher  yet  the  star  ascends: 


og 


T  HE    II  A  R  P 


Trav'ler!  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends! 
Watchman!  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth'.' 
Trav'ler!  ages  are  its  own, 

See!  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 
3.  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn: 
Trav'ler!  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn! 
Watchman!  let  thy  wand'ring  cease; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home: 
Trav'ler!  lo!  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo!  the  Son  of  God  is  come! 

12.  Jesus  is  my  Friend. 

1  nnHERE  is  a  heaven  o'er  yonder  skies, 

A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies; 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  lo  see, 
But  fear  again  tis  not  for  me. 
chorus. 
But  Jesus — Jesus,  is  my  friend!  O,  Hallelujah! 
Hallelujah!  Jesus — Jesus  is  my  friend! 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
And  narrow  is  the  Gospel  gate; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

3  I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes; 
The  tempter  cries  I  ne'er  shall  stand 
Or  rood)  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 


THK    HARP. 


4  The  way  of  danger  I  am  in, 

Beset  with  Devils,  men,  and  sin; 

But  in  this  way  thy  track  I  see, 

And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seems  to  be. 
5  Come  life,  come  death;  come  then  what  will, 

His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still; 

Through  dangers  thick,  and  Hell's  alarms, 

I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 
(I  Then,  O  my  soul,  arise  and  sing! 

Yonder's  thy  Savior,  Friend,  and  King! 

With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 

And  cries,  'Press  on,  and  here's  the  crown.' 

7  'Prove  faithful  then,  a  few  more  days; 
Fight  the  good  right  and  win  the  race; 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign; 
Thy  head  a  crown  of  glory  gain!' 

13.   Secret  Devotion. 

1  T  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away, 

From  every  cumb'ring  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can- hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 


24  T  II  E    HART 


4  I  Jove  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heav'n; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driv'n. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

14.   God  is  Present,  Everywhere. 

1  4  LL  who  seek  a  throne  of  grace 

Find  one  may,  in  every  place: 
To  those  who  love  a  life  of  prayer, 
Our  God  is  present,  everywhere. 

2  In  pining  sickness,  or  in  health; 
In  poverty  or  growing  wealth; 
The  humble  soul  delights  in  prayer, 
And  God  is  present,  everywhere. 

3  When  Zion  mourns  and  comforts  fail, 
And  all  her  foes  do  scoff  and  rail, 
'Tis  then  a  time  for  secret  prayer, 
For  God  is  present,  everywhere. 

4  When  some  backslide  and  others  fall, 
And  few  are  found  who  strive  at  all, 
The  faithful  find  in  secret  prayer, 
That  God  is  present,  everywhere. 

5  O,  then  my  soul!  in  every  strait, 
To  the  Almighty  come  and  wait, 
Who  sees,  and  every  sigh  doth  hear, 
And  he  will  answer  all  true  prayer. 


THE    II  A  R  P 


15.    The  Dying  Christian. 

1  "IflTAL  spark  of  heav'nly  flame! 

Quit,  O!  quit  this  mortal  frame: 
Trembling-,  hoping,  lingering,  flying — 
O!  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying! 
Cease  fond  nature — cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life! 

2  Hark!  they  whisper;  angels  say, 
•Sister  spirit,  come  away:' 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite, 
Steals  my  senses  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirits,  draws  my  breath? 
Tell  me  my  soul,  can  this  be  death! 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears! 
Heav'n  opens  on  my  eyes!  my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings!  I  mount!  I  fly 
'O  grave!  where  is  thy  victory! 
'O  death  where  is  thy  sting!' 

16.   Christ  our  Salvation, 
f\y  Him  who  did  Salvation  bring, 
I  could  forever  think  and  sing; 
Arise,  ye  needy!   He'll  relieve! 
Arise,  ye  guilty!  He'll  forgive! 

CHORUS. 

O,  glory  be  to  the  Lord  most  high! 
Yes!  glory  be  to  the  Lord  most  high' 

We'll  sing  his  praises  till  we  die, 

And  after  death,  shout  gl 


2G  THE    HARP. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace  and  lb!  'tis  given; 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven. 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus!  thy  balm  can  make  it  whole. 

3  To  shame  our  sins  he  blush'd  in  blood, 
He  closed  his  eyes  to  show  us  God; 
Let  all  the  world  fall  down  and  know, 
That  none  but  God  such  love  can  show. 

4  'Tis  thee  I  love;  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan. 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

5  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly; 

I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry: 

Ah!  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof! 

Ah!  who  that  loves  can  love  enough! 

17.    The  Blood  of  Christ. 

1  mHERE  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day; 
And  there  would  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away! 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb!  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
13c  saved  to  sin  no  more. 


THE    HARP.  27 


4  E'er  since  by  faith  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 

18.   Met  for  Worship. 

1  "ORETRREN,  we  are  met  for  worship 

And  to  adore  the  Lord  our  God: 
Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 

While  I  try  to  preach  his  word: 
All  is  vain  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  Holy  One  comes  down. 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  showered  all  around. 

2  Don't  you  see,  poor  careless  sinners, 

Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  wo! 
Death  is  coming!  hell  is  moving! 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go? 
See  your  fathers,  and  your  mothers, 

And  your  children  sinking  down! 
Brethren,  pray,   with  all  your  power, 

And  the  blessing  will  come  down. 

3  Don't  you  see  the  poor  backsliders, 

Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door! 
But  they  have  despised  the  Savior, 
And  arc  worse  than  e'er  before: 


28  THE    HARP 


Yet  the  Savior  oilers  pardon 
If  they  will  to  him  return: 

Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 
Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

■i  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help  us? 

Moses'  sisters  helped  him: 
"Will  you  seek  the  trembling  mourners. 

Who  are  struggling  hard  with  sin? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Savior; 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found! 
Sisters,  pray,  with  all  your  power, 

And  the  blessing  will  come  down. 
o  Let  us  love  the  Lord  supremely, 

Let  us  love  each  other  too; 
Let  us  love,  and  pray  for  sinners 

Till  the  Lord  makes  all  things  new. 
Soon  he'll  take  us  up  to  heaven; 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down: 
Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us 

With  pure  manna  all  around. 


19.  Peace,   be  Still. 

1  rj^HE  bark  was  frail,  the  shore  was  far, 

An  angry  tempest  roused  the  deep; 
And  'mid  the  elemental  jar, 

The  Savior  slept,  or  seem'd  to  sleep. 

2  Lord  save!  they  cry;  the  swelling  sea 

And  wind,  which  raged  so  loud  and  shrill, 
At  once,  their  Master's  voice  obey, 
When  Jesus  whispei'd,  [Peace,  be  still* 


THE    II  A  R  F  .  29 


3  O!  'Peace,  be  still!'  on  mortal  ear 

Ne'er  fell  before  such  sounds  of  bliss; 
Never,  on  earth,  can  sinners  hear 
A  sentence  blest  more  full  than  this. 

4  Words  may  in  after  life,  have  power 

With  calmer  joy  the  heart  to  fill, 
But  memory  most  will  prize  the  hour., 
When  mercy's  voice  said,  'Peace,  be  still? 

20.  A  Melody  on  Faith. 

BY  REV.  J.  MARSDEN. 

1  y  OVE  brings  to  Christ  a  burning  heart, 

Where  'living  coals'  forever  glow; 
For  he  has  been  at  wisdom's  mart, 
Who  feels  this  vital  flame  below. 

2  Repentance  brings  a  bleeding  soul; 

The  fountain  gushes  balmy  tears; 
But  though  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
Hope  glimmers  through  a  night  of  fears. 

3  Obedience  brings  a  chain  of  gold, 

Where  links  of  active  labor  shine; 
She  plows  the  field,  or  tends  the  fold, 
Draws  in  the  yoke,  or  digs  the  mine. 

4  Patience  serene,  with  sweet  accord, 

Offers  a  broad,  a  willing  back, 
To  bear  the  'burdens  of  the  Lord,' 
And  trudge  to  bliss  beneath  the  pack. 


30 


THE     HARP 


5  With  eyes  of  love  and  wings  of  flame, 

And  willing  feet  and  working  hand, 
Zeal  builds  a  temple  to  his  name, 

Or  spreads  his  truth  through  every  land, 

6  But  Faith  has  nothing, — she  is  poor, 

With  empty  hand  and  speaking  eyes, 
A  bankrupt  nearest  mercy's  door, — 
Yet  bold  to  ask  immortal  joys. 

7  She  builds  a  bower  in  sorrow's  vale, 

And  makes  the  promises  a  base; 
And  chants  the  sweetly  pleasing  tale, 
'I  am  a  sinner  saved  by  grace.' 

8  She  gives  the  soul  a  second  sight, 

And  brings  the  world  of  spirits  nigh, 
Then  cakes  an  eagle's  soaring  flight, 
To  read  the  secrets  of  the  sky. 

21.  How  Changed! 
1"|JNTHINKING,  idle,  wild  and  young, 

I  laugh'd  and  talk'd,  and  danced  and  sung; 
And,  proud  of  health,  of  freedom  vain, 
Dreamt  not  of  sickness,  care  or  pain; 
Concluding,  in  these  hours  of  glee, 
That  all  the  world  was  made  for  me. 

2  But  when  the  days  of  trouble  came; 

When  sickness  shook  this  trembling  frame; 
When  pleasure's  gay  pursuits  were  o'er, 
And  I  could  dance  and  sing  no  more; 
It  then  occur'd  how  sad  'twould  be, 
Were  thia  world  only  made  for  me." 


THE    HARP.  31 


22.   Come  and  See. 

1  TESUS,  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound! 

Replete  with  balm  for  every  wound! 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free; 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see. 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die: 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  the  tree: 
Come  careless  sinner,  come  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part: 
Yet  this  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee; 
Come  harden'd  sinner,  come  and  see. 

4  His  blood  can  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean; 

His  blood  at  once  avail'd  for  me, 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

23.   On  Christmas  Day. 

BY  REV.  J.    MARSDEN. 

1  'yU~El  morning  stars  that  sing  and  shine 
Amid  the  firmament  above; 
Ye  living  lustres,  all  divine, 

Like  gems  around  the  throne  of  love; 
Tho'  sweet  your  bliss,  tho'  soft  your  light, 

And  melting  your  melodious  lay, 
Your  purest  lustre  is  but  night, 
Before  the  Sun  of  heavenly  day. 


32 THE    HARP. 

2  Ye  prophets,  priests,  and  ancient  seers, 

Or  strong  in  youth,  or  wise  with  age; 
Lamps  of  the  world  in  former  years, 

Whose  record  is  the  sacred  page, 
Your  feebler,  twinkling,  glow-worm  light, 

Was  lost  when  Christ  illumed  the  ball; 
Ye  tapers  of  a  Jewish  night 

Vanished — the  Sun  eclipsed  you  all. 

3  Till  he  arose  the  day  was  night, 

Though  stars  had  twinkled  in  the  gloom; 
Philosophy  with  glow-worm  light, 

The  boast  of  Egypt,  Greece  and  Rome 
But  dimly  shone: — His  purer  morn 

On  fane  and  altar  brightly  blazed, 
The  'Babe  of  Bethlehem'  was  born, 

And  Jews  adored,  and  Pagans  gazed! 

4  Then  crown  him,  crown  him  Lord  of  all! 

In  earth  and  heaven,  sea  and  sky, 
Day  star  of  our  revolving  ball, 

And  ocean  of  eternal  joy: — 
Joy  then  ye  nations  at  his  birth! 

An  era  pure  of  light  and  love, 
Sing  mortals!  ytis  'good  will  on  earth.' 

And  'shout  ye  ?norning  stars'1  above! 

24.  "J  Want  to  hear  the  Lord  say  so" 
1     AMI  prepared  to  die, 

To  quit  this  vale  of  wo; 
That  I  may  dwell  with  Christ  on  high, 
O!    will  he  tell  me  so? 


THE    HARP.  3o; 

2  I  feel  I'm  not  a  saint — 

Shall  I  to  heaven  go? 
Yes,  yes,  I  hope,  but  still  I  want 
To  hear  the  Lord  say  so. 

3  Ah  !  then  I  would  resign 

My  all  of  good  below; 
Nor  would  I  murmur  or  repine 
If  Jesus  told  me  so. 

4  Yes,  then  I  would  rejoice 

To  leave  this  world  of  wo, 
And  join  with  saints  my  feeble  voice, 
If  God  would  tell  me  so. 

5  Then  let  me  suffer  pain 

A  little  while  below, 
•'To  live  is  Christ,  to  die  is  gain," 
The  Scripture  tells  me  so. 

6  My  sins  are  nil  forgiven, 

I'm  ready  now  to  go; 
Tell  sister  I  shall  go  to  heaven, 
The  Lord  hath  told  me  so. 


25.    The  Widow's  Prayer. 
1  npHOUGH  faint  and  sick,  and  worn  away 
With  poverty  and  wo, 
My  widowed  feet  are  doomed  to  stray 
'Mid  thorny  paths  below; 
"2  Be  thou,  O  Lord,  my  Savior  still  — 
My  confidence  and  guide! 
I  know  that  perfect  is  thy  will, 
U'hute'-or  that  will  decide. 


34  THE    HARP. 

3  I  know  the  soul  that  trusts  in  thee 

Thou  never  wilt  forsake: 
And  though  a  bruised  reed  I  be, 
That  reed  thou  wilt  not  break. 

4  Then  keep  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go — 

Support  me  on  my  way; 
Though  worn  with  poverty  and  wo, 
My  sinking  footsteps  stay! 

5  To  give  my  weakness  strength,  O  God, 

Thy  staff  shall  yet  avail: 
And  though  thou  chasten  with  thy  rod, 
That  staff  shall  never  fail. 

26.   On  the  Death  of  a  Friend. 

1  PTUiOU  art  gone  to  the  grave! 

But  we  will  not  deplore  thee, 

Tho'  sorrow  and  darkness 

Encompass  the  tomb: 
The  Saviour  has  pass'd  through 
Its  portais  before  thee, 

And  the  lamp  of  his  love 

Is  thy  guide  thro'  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave! 
We  no  longer  behold  thee, 

Or  tread  the  rough  path 

Of  the  world  by  thy  side; 
But  the  wide  arms^of  mercy 
Are  spread  to  enfold  thee, 

And  sinners  may  hope. 

Since  the  sinless  has  died. 


THE    HARP,  35 


3  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave! 
And,  its  mansions  forsaking, 

Perhaps  thy  tried  spirit 

In  doubt  linger'd  long; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heav'n 
Beam'd  bright  on  thy  waking, 

And  the  song  that  thou  heardst 

Was  the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave! 

It  were  wrong  to  deplore  thee, 

For  God  was  thy  ransom, 

Thy  guard,  and  thy  guide; 
He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee, 
And  soon  will  restore  thee, 

Where  death  hath  no  sting, 

Since  the  Savior  hath  died. 

27.   Time. 
1  l^HIDE  not  the  lingering  hours  of  life, 
Its  toils  will  soon  be  o'er, 
Its  schemes  of  glory  and  of  strife, 
Its  dreams  with  disappointments  rife, 

Will  vex  the  heart  no  more — 
And  yet  the  very  souls  that  grieve 

A  moment's  weary  track, 
Perhaps  in  after  years  would  give 
A  world  to  win  it  back. 
'2  Chide  not  the  lingering  lapse  of  time, 
Nor  count  its  moments  dull: 
For  soon  the  bell,  with  mournful  chime, 
Will  waft  the  spirit  to  a  clime 


T  II  E    II  A  R  ? 


More  bright  and  beautiful! 
A  land  where  grief  will  never  fling 

Its  darkness  on  the  sou!; 
Where  faith  and  hope  shall  gladly  wing 

Their  path  without  control. 

3  Chide  not  Time's  slow  and  silent  hours, 

Though  heavy  they  may  seem! 
The  past  hath  sought  oblivion's  shores — 
The  present,  which  alone  is  ours, 

Is  passing  like  a  dream; 
And  they  who  scarcely  heed  its  track, 

Or  wish  its  course  more  fast, 
With  fruitless  prayer  may  yet  call  back 

One  moment  of  the  past. 

4  Chide  not  a  moment's  weary  flight, 

Too  soon  it  speeds  away; 
And  nearer  brings  the  hour  of  night — 
And  dimmer  makes  the  feeble  sight, — 

Then  work  while  yet  'tis  day! 
Thus  shall  life's  morning  ray  depart. 

Without  one  vain  regret, 
And  death  steal  gladly  on  the  heart. 

When  life's  bright  sun  has  set. 

28.    The  Communion  of  Saints. 

BY  JAMES  MONTGOMERY. 

i  T^REE,  yet  in  chains,  the  mountains  stand* 
The  valleys  linked  run  through  the  land; 
In  fellowship  the  forests  thrive, 
And  streams  from  streams  their  strength  de?i  vr. 


THE    HARP. 


The  cattle  graze  in  flocks  and  herds;, 
In  choirs  and  concerts  sing  the  birds, 
Insects  by  millions  ply  the  wing, 
And  flowers  in  peaceful  armies  spring. 
li  All  nature  is  society, 
All  nature's  voices  harmony, 
All  colors  blend  to  form  pure  light: 
Why,  then,  should  Christians  not  unite! 

4  Thus  to  the  Father  prayed  the  Son, 
"One  may  they  be,  as  we  are  one, 
That  I  in  them,  and  thou  in  me, 
They  one  with  us  may  ever  be." 

5  Children  of  God,  combine  your  bands, 
Brethren  in  charity,  join  hearts  and  hands, 
And  pray — for  so  the  Father  willed — 
That  the  Son's  prayer  may  be  fulfilled. 

6  Fulfilled  in  you,— fulfilled  in  all 
That  on  the  name  of  Jesus  call, 
And  every  covenant  of  love 

Ye  bind  on  earth,  be  bound  above. 

29.    The  Saint's  Rest. 

1  TN  deep  suspense  I  sought  to  know, 

If  on  terrestrial  ground, 
For  man,  a  pilgrim  here  below, 
A  resting  place  is  found. 

2  I  sought  in  wealth,  and  fondly  said, 

My  hopes  shall  now  be  crowned; 
But  cheering  hope  long  since  has  fled: — 
No  resting  place  I  found. 


38  THE    HAR?, 


3  With  steps  unwearied  1  pursued 

Gay  pleasure's  giddy  round, 
And  though  with  care  I  closely  viewed, 
No  resting  place  I  found. 

4  O'er  friendship's  flow'ry  plains  I  ranged, 

Awhile  her  sky  was  clear, 
But  ah!    how  soon  the  scene  was  changed: — 
No  resting  place  was  here. 

5  I  still  sought  on,  (not  yet  resigned,) 

A  resting  place  to  gain, 
Till  reason's  voice  thrilled  through  my  mind, 
And  said,   "'Tis  all  in  vain." 

6  Disheartened  with  the  fruitless  chase, 

I  said,  "And  can  it  be 
That  there  is  not  a  resting  place, 
For  wearied  ones  like  me." 

7  Whenlo!    a  form  Divine  appeared; 

Her  vision  glowed  with  love: 
With  accents  sweet,  my  heart  she  cheered, 
And  pointed  me  above. 

8  I  sought  and  found  a  resting  place 

In  Jesus's  pardoning  love, 
And  now  by  faith  I  clearly  trace 
A  perfect  rest  above. 

30.  "God  Bless  you." 

PARTING  WORDS  OF  A  FRIEND. 

1    V^EA,  if  God  blesses,  I  am  bless'd, 
Though  all  should  frown  beside! 
And  in  his  smile  of  love  may  rest, 
Whatever  ills  betide. 


THE    HARP 


SO 


2  Yea,  if  he  blesses,  who  can  curse? 

Or  if  he  curse,  who  can  bless? 
His  frown  than  even  death  is  worse, 
His  love  doth  life  possess! 

3  Yea,  if  he  blesses,  'venom'd  tongues 

Their  poison  spend  in  vain; 
A  healing  balm  for  all  earth's  wrong's 
His  favor  doth  contain. 

4  Yea,  if  he  blesses,  let  e'en  friends 

Suspect  the  heart  they  love! 
Approving  heaven  will  make  amends — 
"My  record  is  above!" 

5  Yea,  if  God  blesses,  all  is  mine 

Which  his  own  children  share; 
And  may  he  bless  my  soul,  and  thine, 
Responds  my  fervent  prayer. 

31.    The  Mother. 

1  HPHE  cold  winds  swept  the  mountain  height, 

And  pathless  was  the  dreary  wild, 
And  mid  the  cheerless  hours  of  night 

A  mother  wander'd  with  her  child — 
As  through  the  drifting  snow  she  press'd, 
The  babe  was  sleeping  on  her  breast. 

2  And  colder  still  the  winds  did  blow, 

And  darker  hours  of  night  came  on, 
And  deeper  grew  the  drifts  of  snow:       [gone, 

Her  limbs  were  chill'd,  her  strength  was 
O  God!    she  cried,  in  accents  wild, 
If  I  must  perish,  save  my  child. 


40  T  II  E    II  A  R  P 


J3  She  strict  her  mantle  from  her  breast, 
And  bared  her  bosom  to  the  storm, 

And  round  the  child  she  wrapt  the  vest, 
And  smiled  to  think  the  babe  was  warm; 

With  one  cold  kiss,  one  tear  she  shed 

And  sank  upon  a  snowy  bed. 

4  At  dawn  a  traveller  pass'd  by, 

And  saw  her  'neuth  a  snowy  veil: 
The  frost  of  death  was  on  her  eye, 

Her  cheek  was  cold,  and  hard,  and  pale: 
He  moved  the  robe  from  off  the  child, 
It  lived,  look'd  up,  and  sweetly  smiled. 


32.   Oa  Death. 

BY  BENJAMIN  SC1IM0LKE. 

1  rf*HA  T  I  shall  die,  full  well  I  know; 

All  human  life  is  short  and  frail, 
Fleeting  and  vain  are  things  below, 
All  portion  here  must  quickly  fail. 
In  mercy,  Lord,  direct  my  ways, 
That  I  in  peace  may  end  my  days. 

2  When  I  shall  die,  is  all  unknown, 

Except  to  thy  omniscient  mind: 
Lest  then  with  life  my  hope  be  gone, 

May  I  from  thee  such  favor  find, 
That  I  may  always  ready  be 
For  death  and  for  eternity. 

l\  How  7  shall  die,  is  hidden  too; 

Death  does  his  work  in  varied  forms; 
To  some,  with  agonies  of  wo, 


t  ir  E    ii  a  k  p.  41 


And  some  sink  peaceful  in  his  arms: 
Just  as  Thou  will; — if,  vvlien  'tis  past, 
My  soul  be  found  with  thee  at  last. 

4  Where  J  shall  die,  too, — I  know  not, 

Nor  where  my  sleeping  dust  be  laid  : 
Only  be  it  my  happy  lot 

With  saints  redeemed  to  leave  the  dead, 
Small  care  to  me  the  place  affords, — 
The  earth  throughout  is  all  the  Lord's. 

5  When'er  in  death  I  shall  recline, 

Then  let  my  soul  ascend  to  thee; 
Through  Christ's  redemption  I  am  thine, 

By  faith  his  glories  now  I  see, — 
'Twill  all  be  well, — I  little  prize, 
When,  how,  or  where,  this  body    lies. 


33.  Jesus. 

BY  M 

H 


BY  MRS.  SIGOURNEY. 

OW  hath  he  loved  us?— Ask  I  he  star 
That  on  its  wondrous  mission  sped, 
Hung  trembling  o'er  that  manger  scene, 

Where  He,  the  Eternal,  bowed  his  head; 
He,  who  of  earth  doth  seal  Uie  doom, 
Found  in  her  lowliest  inn — no  room. 

2  Ask  of  Gethsemane  whose  dews 

Shrunk  from  that  moisture  strangely  red, 
Which  in  that  unwatched  hour  of  pain 

His  agonizing  temples  shed! 
The  scourge,  the  thorn,  whose  anguish  sore 
Like  the  tmansvverinfr  lamb  he  bore. 


42  THE    HARP. 

«3  How  hath  he  loved  us? — Ask  the  cross, 
The  Roman  spear,  the  shrouded  sky, 
Ask  of  the  shrouded  dead,  who  burst 
Their  prisons  at  his  fearful  cry — 

0  ask  no  more!  but  bow  thy  pride, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  him  who  died. 

34.  "A  Hundred  Years  Ago." 

BY  J.  MONTGOMERY. 

1  j^|NE  song  of  praise,  one  song  of  prayer, 

Around,  above,  below; 
Ye  winds  and  waves,  the  burthen  bear, 
"A  hundred  years  ago!" 

"2  "A  hundred  years  ago!"— What  then? 
— There  rose,  the  world  to  bless, 
A  little  band  of  faithful  men, 
A  cloud  of  witnesses. 

3  It  look'd  but  like  a  human  hand; 

Few  welcomed  it,  none  fear'd; 
Yet,  as  it  open'd  o'er  the  land, 
The  hand  of  God  appear'd. 

4  The  Lord  made  bare  his  holy  arm 

In  sight  of  earth  and  hell: 
Fiends  fled  before  it  with  alarm, 
And  alien  armies  fell. 

5  God  gave  the  word,  and  great  hath  been 

The  preachers'  company; 
What  wonders  have  our  fathers  seen! 
What  signs  their  children  see! 


THE    H  A  K  P . 


C  One  song  of  praise  for  mercies  past, 
Through  all  our  courts  resound; 
One  voice  of  prayer,  that  to  the  last, 
Grace  may  much  more  abound. 

7  All  hail  "a  hundred  years  ago!" 
— And  when  our  lips  are  dumb, 
Be  millions  heard  rejoicing  so, 
A  hundred  years  to  come! 

35.   "Jesus  of  Nazareth  Pdsseth  byP 

BY  MRS.   SIGOURNEY. 

"VirATCHER! — Who  wakest  by  the  bed  of  pain, 
While  the  stars  sweep  on  with  their  mid- 
night train, 
Stifling  thy  tear  for  thy  loved  one's  sake, 
Holding  thy  breath  lest  his  sleep  should  break; 
In  thy  loneliest  hour  there's  a  helper  nigh, 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 

2  Stranger! — afar  from  thy  native  land, 
Whom  no  man  takes  with  a  brother's  hand, 
Table  and  hearth-stone  are  glowing  free, 
Casements  are  sparkling,  but  not  for  thee; 
There  is  one  who  can  tell  of  a  home  on  high, 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 

3  Sad  one,  in  secret  bending  low, 

A  dart  in  thy  breast  that  the  world  may  not  know, 
Wrestling  the  favor  of  God  to  win, 
His  seal  of  pardon  for  days  of  sin; 
Press  on,  press  on,  with  thy  prayerful  cry, 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 


44  T  H  K    HARP 


4  Mourner! — who  sit'st  in  the  church  yard  lone, 
Scanning  the  lines  on  that  marble  stone, 
Plucking  the  weeds  from  thy  children's  bed, 
Planting  the  myrtle  and  rose  instead; 

Look  up  from  the  tomb  with  thy  tearful  eye, 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 

5  Fading  one,  with  the  hectic  streak, 

In  thy*  veins  of  lire  and  thy  wasted  chock, 
Fear'st  thou  tjie  shade  of  the  darken'd  vale? 
Seek  to  the  guide  who  can  never  fail; 
He  hath  trod  it  himself,  he  will  hear  thy  sigh, 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 

36.   Our   Brethren. 

HY  JOHN  C.  MOS8IE. 

1  TTAST  thou  a  brother  unreclaimed — 
"  A  sister  yet  in  sin, 
Who,  though  they  listen  to  the  truth, 

Feel  not  its  power  within? 
Oh,  pray  for  them! — pray  day  and  night, 
That  they  may  yet  discern  aright. 

ii  Thou  answerestr   All  my  father's  house 

Arc  servants  of  the  Lord; 
They  bless  the  Father  for  his  Son, 

And  reverence  the  word. 
Are  all  thy  father's  bouse,  oh  youth 
Humble  adorers  of  the  truth? 

3  Nay—nay-- I  tell  thee  they  are  not, 
"Oh  yes  they  are" — What  all? 
Whom  dost  thou,  then,  thy  brcthrCD  term, 


THE    HARP.  45 


And  whom  thy  father  call  ! 
God  is  the  sire  of  all  men  named  ; 
Say,  are  thy  brethren  all  reclaimed  ! 

37.   The  Missionary' s  Par ew ell, 

1  "VTES,  my  native  land  I  love  thee, 

-*-      All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country! 

Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell? 
Can  I  leave  you, 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell? 

2  Home!  thy  joys  are  passing  lovely; 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell! 
Happy  home!  indeed  I  love  thee! 
Can  I — can  I  say — Farewell! 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell! 

S  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure* 
Holy  days  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure! 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell! 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell! 

4  Yes!  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well! 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me; 
Lovely,  native  land,  farewell! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee,  [ 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell! 


4(3  THE      HAS?. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor; 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell, 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Savior — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell! 

Let  me  hasten, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

6  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean! 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell! 
Heaves  rny  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  1  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  leave  thee, 
Native  land;  Farewell!  Farewell! 

38.  Female  Christian. 

1  T  ASKED  her  when  in  beauty  dress'd, 

When  youthful  hope  inspired  her  breast, 
Where  is  he  whom  thou  lovest  best? 

She  said, — In  heaven. 

2  I  asked  her  when  she  fondly  press'd, 
Her  smiling  infant  to  her  breast, 
Where  is  he  now  whom  thou  lovest  best? 

She  said, — In  heaven. 

3  I  asked  her  when  her  bloom  was  lost, 
When  all  her  earthly  hopes  were  cr'oss'd, 
Where  is  he  whom  thou  lovest  best? 

She  said, — In  heaven. 

4  I  asked  her  in  her  dying  gronn, 
Who  is  the  brightest,  loveliest  one? 
'Tis  God,  she  cried,  mtj  God  alone, 

And  went  to  heaven. 


THE    IIAR1>.  47 


39.    The  Disciple. 

1  TESUS!  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee, 
Naked,  poor,  despis'd,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be. 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  hop'd,  or  sought,  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition! 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me; 

They  have  lefi  my  Savior  too. 
Human  hearts  have  oft  deceiv'd  me; 

Thou  art  not  like  them  untrue. 
And  whilst  thou  shall  smile  upon  me, 

1  of  wisdom,  love  and  might! 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me; 

Show  thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure; 

Come  disaster,  scorn  and  pain; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure; 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  call'd  thee  Abba!    Father! 

1  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather; 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me; 
Heaven  shall  brin^r  me  sweeter  rest. 


48  THEHAR?. 

0  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 
While  thy  love  is  left  to  me; 

O  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee. 

5  Soul!  then  know  thy  full  salvation; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care! 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee, 

Think,  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine, 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee; 

Child  of  heaven!  canst  thou  repine! 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith  and  wing'd  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day  'e  before  thee: 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  end  thy  pilgrim  days; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

40.   Christian  Communion. 

1  Tj^ROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 

That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love! 
It  fastens  our  souls  with  such  ties, 
As  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  Paradise  lost; 
It  grows  on  Imraanuel's  ground; 
And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 


THEHARP.  49 


3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  are  united  in  love; 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  O  why  then  so  loth  to  depart, 

Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again? 
Engraved  on  ImmanueFs  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 

United  with  angels  above, 
No  longer  confined  to  our  clay, 
O'erwhelmed  in  the  ocean  of  love. 

6  O,  then  with  our  Jesus  we'll  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing  Hallelujah,  Amen! 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 

41.   Submission. 

WATTS. 

"VIThy  should  vain  mortals  tremble  at  the  sight  of 
Death  and^destruction  in  the  field  of  battle 
Where  blood  and  carnage 
Flows  the  ground  in  crimson, 

Sounding  indeath  groans? 

2  Death  will  invade  us  by  the  means  appointed, 
And  we  must  all  bow  to  the  king  of  terrors! 
Nor  am  I  anxious, 
If  I  am  prepared, 

What  chape  he  comes  in. 


50  THE    HARP, 

3  Then  to  the  wisdom  of  my  Lord  and  Master 
I  will  commit  all  that  I  have  or  wish  for; 

Sweetly  as  babes  sleep 
Will  I  give  my  life  up 

When  called  to  yield  it. 

4  Then  Death  I'll  dare  thee,  clad  in  all  thy  horrors, 
Christ  my  Redeemer  will  be  thy  destruction, 

I  shall  be  raised, 

From  thy  gloomy  mansions, 
Praising  forever. 

5  Good  is  Jehovah  in  bestowing  sunshine, 

Nor  less  hie  goodness  in  the  storm  and  thunder: 
Mercies  and  judgments 

Both  proceed  from  kindness — 
Infinite  kindness. 

6  Infinite  goodness  teaches  us  submission; 
Bids  us  be  quiet  under  all  his  dealings; 

Never  repining, 

But  forever  praising 

God  our  Creator. 

7  Well  may  we  praise  him;  all  his  ways  are  perfect; 
Through  a  resplendence,  infinitely  glowing, 

Dazzles  in  glory 

All  the  sight  of  mortals 

Struck  blind  by  lustre? 

8  O  then  exult  that  God  forever  reigneth; 
Clouds,  that  surround  him  hinder  our  perception; 

Bind  us  the  stronger 
To  exalf  his  name  and 

Shout  louder  praises! 


THE    HARP.  51 

42.  I  own  Vm  base. 
/"^OME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fears  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve! 

CHORUS. 

I  own  Vm  base — i"  own  I'm  vile; 

But  mercij  's  all  my  plea: 
Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans, 

And  then  remember  me. 
'I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

'Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
'I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 

'Whatever  may  oppose. 

Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess: 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  pard'ning  grace. 
'I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

'Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 
'Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 

'And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 
'Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

•Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
'But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 

'And  perish  only  there. 
'I  can  but  perish  if  I  go; 

'I  am  resolved  to  try; 
'For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

'I  shall  forever  die.' 


52  THEHARP. 

7  'But  should  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 
'When  I  the  King  have  tried — 
lI  there  should  die,  (delightful  thought,) 
'Where  ne'er  a  sinner  died.' 


43.    The  Priceless  Pearl. 

1  MPHERE  is  a  treasure  richer  far 

Than  all  the  jewels  of  the  earth; 
With  it  the  diamond  can't  compare, 
And  coral  loses  all  its  worth. 

2  The  gold  of  Ophir  glowing  bright, 

The  onyx  and  the  sapphire  blue, 
The  ruby  with  its  rosy  light, 
The  Ethiopian  topaz  too. 

3  O,  these  are  all  but  light  and  mean, 

When  weigh'd  against  this  radiant  stone; 
A  favor'd  few  alone  have  seen 
This  precious  pearl  of  price  unknown. 

4  Its  name  is  Wisdom,  but  its  worth 

The  proud  and  worldly  wise  condemn; 
The  meek  and  lowly  of  the  earth 
Alone  secure  this  heavenly  gem. 

5  One  glorious  ray  of  light  Divine 

Will  show  thee  where  it  sparkling  lies; 
Then  haste  and  make  the  treasure  thine, 
Delay  may  rob  thee  of  the  prize. 


T  H  E    H  A  R  P.  53 

44.   Think  O,  my  Soul. 
1  1VJY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  like  the  rolling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
Till  I  shall  launch  the  boundless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

1  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  roll  between, 

And  whisper  as  they  fly; 
"Unthinking  man  remember  this, 
Thou  'midst  thy  sublunary  bliss, 
Must  groan,  and  gasp,  and  die. 

3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night, 

4  Eternal  bliss,  eternal  wo, 
Hang  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath; 
The  God  of  nature  only  knows, 
Whether  another  day  shall  close 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

5  Long  ere  the  sun  has  run  its  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot. 


54 THE    HARP. 

Alas!    one  hour  may  change  the  scene, 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between, 
My  name  be  quite  furgot. 

6  But  will  my  soul  be  then  extinct, 
Or  cease  to  live  or  cease  to  think? 

It  cannot — cannot  be! 
No!  my  immortal  cannot  die; 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free! 

7  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend, 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  gaurdian  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling  place] 
Or  will  insulting  fiends  appear, 
To  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  Grace! 

S  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known, 

There  is  no  middle  state: 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 

9  Then  do  not  pass  your  life  in  dream; 
Vast  is  the  change  howe'er  it  seem 

To  poor  unthinking  man. 
Lord  at  thy  feet  I  humbly  bow, 
Bid  conscience  tell  me  plainly  now 

What  it  will  tell  me  then. 


THE    HARP.  55 


10  If,  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high: 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live 

Such  as  I  dare  not  die. 

45.   David  and  Goliah. 

1  "O  Y  whom  was  David  taught 

To  aim  the  dreadful  blow, 
When  he  Goliah  fought, 

And  laid  the  Gittite  low? 
No  sword  nor  spear  the  stripling  took, 
But  chose  a  pebble  from  the  brook. 

2  'Twas  Israel's  God  and  King, 

That  sent  him  to  the  fight; 
That  gave  him  strength  to  sling, 
/        And  skill  to  aim  aright: 

Ye  fearful  saints!  your  strength  endures 
Because  young  David's  God  is  yours. 

3  Who  ordered  Gideon  forth 

To  storm  th'invader's  camp] 
With  arms  of  little  worth; 

A  pitcher  and  a  lamp]    . 
The  trumpets  made  his  coming  known, 

And  all  the  hosts  were  overthrown. 

4  O,  I  have  seen  the  day, 

When,  by  a  single  word, 
God  helping  me  to  say, 


56 THE     HARP. 

•My  trust  is  in  the  Lord,' 
My  soul  has  quell'd  a  thousand  foes; 
Fearless  of  all  that  could  oppose. 

5  But  unbelief,  self-will, 

Self-righteousness  and  pride; 

How  often  do  they  steal 
My  weapons  from  my  side! 

Yet  David's  Lord  and  Gideon's  Friend 
Will  help  me  fight  unto  the  end. 


H 


46.  Brother  is  Dead. 
ark!  what  is  that  note,  so  mournful  and  slow, 
That  sends  on  the  winds  the  tidings  of  wo! 
It  sounds  like  the  knell  of  a  spirit  that's  fled, 
It  tells  us,  alas!  a  brother  is  dead!  y 

2  Yes!  gone  to  the  grave  is  he  whom  we  lovecrw 
And  lifeless  that  form  that  so  manfully  moved! 
The  clods  of  the  valley  encompassed  his  head; 
The  marble  reminds  us  a  brother  is  dead! 

3  But  marble  and  urns — they  never  can  tell 
The  spot  where  the  soul  is  destined  to  dwell; 
Ye  spirits  of  air  that  surrounded  his  bed, 
O,  speak  ye,  and  tell  where  the  spirit  is  fled. 

4  O  say!  have  ye  heard  in  the  heav'nly  throng 
That  voice  once  with  ours  commingled  in  song? 
O,  say!  to  the  courts  ot  our  God  have  ye  led 
The  soul  that  from  earth  forever  has  fled? 


THEHARP.  57 

5  No  voice  from  the  grave,  no  voice  from  the  sky, 
Discloses  the  deeds  that  are  doing  on  high; 
It  need  not — Jehovah  hath  said  in  his  word, 
That  "Blessed  are  they  who  die  in  the  Lord!" 

47.  A  Youthful  Christian. 
1  |^  OME,  all  ye  young  people  of  every  nation, 
Come  listen  awhile,  and  to  you  I  will  tell 
How  I  was  first  called  to  seek  for  salvation, 
In  Jesus'  rich  blood  who  redeem'd  me  from  hell. 
I  was  not  past  sixteen  when  first  I  was  called 
To  think  of  my  soul  and  the  state  I  was  ill. 

1  saw  myself  standing  a  distance  from  Jesus; 
Between  him  and  me  was  a  mountain  of  sin. 

2  The  Devil  perceiving  that  I  was  awaken'd, 
He  strove  to  persuade  me  that  I  was  too  young; 
He  said  I'd  get  weary  before  my  days  ended 
And  wish  I  had  never  so  early  begun,  [tial, 
Sometimes  he'd  persuade  me  that  Jesus  was  par- 
While  he  was  in  mercy  setting  poor  sinners  free; 
That  I  was  forsaken;  an  outcast  like  Esau, 

'And  there  was  no  mercy  at  all  for  poor  me. 

3  But  glory  to  Jesus!  his  love's  not  confined 
To  princes  or  persons  of  noble  degree; 

His  love  is  unbounded — to  all  it 's  extended; 
He  died  for  poor  sinners  when  nail'd  to  the  tree! 
Thus  while  I  lay  mourning  in  deep  lamentation, 
My  soul  overwhelmed  with  sorrow  and  grief, 
He  drew  near  in  mercy,  look'd  on  me  in  pity; 
He  pardon'd  my  sins,  and  he  gave  me  relief! 


58  THE    HARP 


4  So  now  I've  found  favor  in  Jesus  my  Savior, 
And  all  his  commands  I'm  bound  to  obey. 
I'll  follow  my  Savior  in  whom  I  found  favor, 
Till  he  shall  see  cause  to  call  me  away: 
So  farewell  young  people,  if  I  can't  persuade  you 
To  leave  off  your  follies  and  go  with  a  friend, 
I'll  follow  my  Savior  in  whom  I've  found  favor; 
My  days  in  his  service  I'm  bound  for  to  spend. 

48.    What  is  Life. 

1  \  111  what  is  life!  I  heard  one  ask, 

As  his  last  hour  came  on; 
AU  nature  whisper'd,  'tis  a  wave, 
A  bubble  broke  upon. 

2  'Tis  but  a  state  of  warfare  here — 

We  meet  with  dangerous  foes; 
Then  speak,  O  Lord!  and  let  my  cares 
Be  hush'd  in  calm  repose. 

3  Oft  has  the  tempter,  like  a  storm, 

Assail'd  my  feeble  breast — 
Yet,  thanks  to  God,  as  oft  I've  found 
His  grace  afford  me  rest. 

4  I'll  trust  Thee  though  thy  power  should  rend 

This  earth  on  which  I  dwell; 
Omnipotence  shall  bear  me  up, 
Nor  cast  me  down  to  hell. 

5  Then  what  is  life?  Probation's  hour. 

The  Gospel  loud  proclaims; 


THE    HARP,  59 

Thrice  happy  is  the  mortal  then, 
That  lasting  peace  obtains. 

6  Then  let  me  meet  the  good  man's  fate — 
Let  my  last  moments  be 
Like  summer's  calmest  sunset  hour — 
Be  set  to  all  but  Thee. 

4(J.    Come,  Enlist. 

1  TIT  ARK!  brethren,  don't  you  hear  the  sound 

The  martial  trumpets  now  are  blowing; 
Men  in  ardor  'listing  round, 

And  soldiers  to  their  standard's  flowing? 
Bounty's  offer'd! — joy  and  peace — 

To  every  soldier  this  is  given; 
And  when  from  toil  and  war  we  cease, 

A  mansion  bright  prepared  in  heaven. 

2  Those  who  long  in  debt  have  laid, 

And  felt  the  hand  of  dire  oppression; 
All  their  debts  are  freely  paid: 

And  they  endow'd  with  large  possessions. 
Those  who 're  halt,  or  blind,  or  lame, 

Their  maladies  are  also  healed! 
Outlaw'd  rebels,  when  they  come, 

Receive  a  pardon  freely  sealed. 

3  The  battle  is  not  to  the  strong; 

The  burden  's  on  our  Captain's  shoulders; 
None  so  aged,  or  so  young, 

But  may  enlist  and  be  a  soldier: 
Those  who  cannot  fight  or  fly, 


60  THE    HARP. 

Beneath  his  banner  find  protection! 
None,  who  on  his  name  rely, 
Shall  be  reduced  to  base  subjection. 

4  Ye  need  not  fear — the  cause  is  good; 

Come!  who  will  to  the  crown  aspire? 
In  this  cause  the  martyrs  bled, 

Or  shouted  victory  in  the  fire! 
In  this  cause  let's  follow  on, 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
How  by  faith  we've  gain'd  the  crown, 

And  fought  our  way  to  life  and  glory! 

5  The  battle,  brethren,  is  begun, 

Behold  the  army  *a  now  in  motioat 
Some  by  faith  behold  the  crown, 

And  almost  grasp  a  future  portion. 
Hark!  the  victors  sing  aloud! 

ImmanuePs  Chariot  wheels  are  rumbling! 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 

And  satan's  kingdom  down  is  tumbling*. 

6  O,  ye  rebels,  come  and  rlist? 

The  officers  are  now  recruiting!; 
Will  you  still  in  sin  persist? 

Or  spend  your  time  in  vain  disputing? 
All  your  cavils  sure  are  vain; 

For  if  you  do  not  sue  for  favor, 
Pown  you'll  sink  to  endless  pain, 

To  beai  the  wrath  of  God  forever* 


THE     HARP. 


61 


46.  Friendship. 

1  npHE  reason  we  love  friendship 

I'  11  deny  to  no  man: 
How  shall — how  shall — how  shall  we, 
We,  who  are  form'd  for  happiness, 

Slight  a  loving  brother, 
Since  Jesus — Jesus  hath  died  on  the  tree, 
For  to  deliver  man 
From  violence  and  treason, 
That  we  might  love  each  other, 
And  seek  our  souls'  salvation. 
'Twas  love  that  moved  the  mighty  God, 
For  to  redeem  the  nations, 

That  happy — happy  we  might  be. 

2  On  a  feast  day  in  ancient  times, 

Jesus  stood  and  cried, 
If  any — if  any — if  any  thirst, 
Come  unto  me  and  freely  drink: 

And  thus  he  saved  from  dying; 
For  surely — aurely — nothing  else  can 

Quench  the  immortal  thirst, 

That  in  your  heart  is  glowing. 
Come  then,  and  drink  the  streams  of  grace, 

Which  are  so^freely  flowing; 
Saying:  Drink  my  love,  my  only  dove! 
For  you  it  is  a  flowing: 

Then  happy — happy — you  shall  be, 

5  Let  us  who  have  begun  to  taste 
The  Bweets  of  this  salvation, 


^2  t  ir  f,    H  a  R  p 


Follow — follow — follow  on; 
Believing  we  shall  overcome, 

Resisting  all  temptation; 
Since  Jesus — Jesus — Jesus  the  Son, 

With  out-stretched  onus, 

And  voice  so  inviting", 
To  purling  streams,  and  purest  joys, 

Is  thus  our  souls  excitim:: 
Let  us  impart  to  him  our  hearts, 
By  faith  and  love  uniting-, 

Then  happy — happy,  we  shall  be. 

47.  New  Year. 

1  XVnilLE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun, 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below: 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream; 
Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 


THE    HARP.  G3 


3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view; 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Savior's  love; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

48.  A  Young  Lady's  Experience. 

1  7TN  airy  dreams  of  gay  delight, 

In  fancy's  lulling  arms, 
My  miseries  were  conceal'd  from  sight, 
By  strong  ideal  charms. 

2  Held  by  the  magic  of  that  power 

Which  thousands  doth  enslave, 

Pleasures  appear'd  in  every  flower, 

Though  rooted  near  the  grave. 

3  Till  sovereign  mercy  from  the  skies, 

Alarm'd  my  dreaming  mind; 

No  more  delusions  blind  my  eyes, 

When  wak'd  by  pow'r  divine. 

4  Shook  from  inertness  and  false  dreams, 

I  saw  my  dreary  state; 
And  fearing  where  the  fleeting  streams 
Would  land  me  when  too  late: 

5  In  earnest  prayer,  I  cried  to  God: 

Lord,  save  me!  or  I  die; 


6i _THEJARP, 

While  desp'rate  here  I  lie. 

6  My  grief  and  sin  the  Savior  saw, 

And  flew  without  delay, 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  my  soul, 
He  pour'd  celestial  day. 

7  Now  new  beauties  strike  my  pleasing  sight, 

And  conscience  smiles  within; 
For  sorrow,  joy:  for  darkness,  light: 
And  feels  no  inward  pain. 

S  Now  let  my  soul  dwell  near  its  God, 
And  like  the  sun  obey, 
While  faith  and  love  point  out  the  road 
That  leads  to  endless.'day. 

49.   Adieu  to  the  World 
1  FAREWELL,  all  worldly  honors, 
I  bid  you  all  adieu! 
Farewell  all  worldly  pleasures, 

I  want  no  more  of  you! 
I  want  my  union  grounded 

On  the  eternal  soil; 
Beyond  the  power  of  satan, 
Where  sin  can  ne'er  defile. 

2  I  want  my  name  engraven 
Among  the  righteous  ones; 
Crying  Holy,  Holy  Father, 
^  And  wear  a  glorious  crown: 
For  the  sake  of  so  pure  riches 


THE    HARP.  G5 

I'm  willing  to  pass  through 
All  earthly  tribulations, 

And  count  them  my  just  due. 

3  I'm  willing  to  be  purged 

And  bear  a  daily  cross; 
I'm  willing  to  be  cleansed 

From  every  kind  of  dross: 
I  see  the  fiery  furnace; 

I  feel  its  piercing  flame; 
The  fruit  of  it  is  holy, 

The  gold  will  still  remain. 

4  All  earthly  tribulation 

Is  but  a  moment  here; 
O,  then  if  we  prove  faithful, 

A  glorious  crown  we'll  wear; 
"We  shall  be  called  holy 

And  feed  on  angel's  food, 
Rejoicing  in  bright  glory 

Before  the  throne  of  God. 

50.  "Child,  come  home." 
1  "ORETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  need  not  fear; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend  — 

One  that  loves  us  to  the  end. 
Onward,  then,  with  courage  go; 

Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below, 
For  soon  the  joyful  news  will  come; 
'Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home!' 


CG  T  H  E    H  A  R  P  . 


2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 

Lay  to  take  us  unawares; 
Satan  with  malicious  art 

Watches  each  unguarded  heart; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 

Saints  will  all  victorious  be; 
And  soon  the  joyful  news  will  come; 

'Child,  your  Father  calls — come  home!' 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

There's  none  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet — 
None  betrays  us  into  sin, 

Like  the  foes  we  have  within. 
But  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  will  also  conquer  these; 
And  soon  the  joyful  news  will  come — 

'Child  your  Father  calls — come  home!' 

51.    What  is  Death? 

1  X1/"HAT  is  death?— Let  mortals  say— 

'Tis  a  dark  unfathom'd  way, 
'Tis  a  deep  and  silent  gloom, 
Enter'd  by  the  yawning  tomb. 

2  What  is  death?  'Tis  not  a  dream 
Where  things  are  not  what  they  seem; 
'Tis  not  an  eternal  sleep, 

'Tis  not  an  unfathom'd  deep. 

3  What  is  death?  The  fruit  of  crime, 
Gender'd  in  the  birth  of  time, 
Punishment  of  Adam's  fall, 
Now  the  common  lot  of  all. 


T  II  E    H  A  R  P.  67 


4  What  is  death]  The  gate  of  life 
Leading  from  this  world  of  strife, 
Closing  on  a  toilsome  way, 
Opening  on  eternal  day. 

5  What  is  death]  The  welcome  goal 
That  awaits  the  trembling  soul, 
Call'd  to  leave  its  earthly  load, 
Summon'd  to  the  throne  of  God. 

6  What  is  death]  Life's  awful  close, 
All  that  man  by  prescience  knows; 
All  is  hidden  from  his  eye 

But  that  he  is  born  to  die. 

7  'Tis  the  dark  and  troubled  flood 
Tinctured  with  a  Savior's  blood; 
What  is  death's  last  agony] 
Ask  the  cross  of  Calvary. 

52.    The   Dying  Pilgrim. 

BY    REV.    H.    BINGHAM. 

lT^AREWELL!  beloved  companions, 
My  precious  friends  in  Christ; 
He  sends  his  welcome  summons, 

To  call  me  home  to  rest: 
I  tread  the  dark,  lone  valley, 
My  Shepherd  trod  before; 
Through  Jordan's  flood  he  leads  me 
To  heaven's  sweet,  holy  shore. 
\  Go,  pilgrim,  to  thy  Savior — 
On  joyful  wings  ascend; 


68  T  HE    H  A  R  P. 


On  his  almighty  favor, 
Let  all  thy  hopes  depend: 

His  all-sufficient  merit, 
His  rich,  atoning  blood, 

Brings  sinners  to  inherit 
The  kingdom  of  our  Genii. 

3  Farewell!  I  trust  my  Jesus, 

To  take  my  sins  away; 
Now,  on  that  head,  most  precious, 

My  soul  her  hand  would  lay; 
To  that  sole  hope  for  sinners, 

My  Savior,  King,  and  Friend, 
Kind  angels,  lend  your  pinions, 

And  help  my  soul  ascend. 

4  Go,  pilgrim,  to  thy  Savior; — 

Thy  toilsome  course  is  run; 
There  rest  from  all  thy  labors, 

And  cares,  beneath  the  sun: 
No  more  shall  sin  molest  thee: 

The  world  no  more  control; — 
Go,  praise  the  Lamb  who  blest  thee, 

Whose  love  shall  fill  thy  soul. 

5  Farewell!  dear  fellow  lab'rers! — 

O  live  for  Christ  and  heaven; 
Toil  on  for  this  kind  Savior, 

Whose  life  for  ycu  was  given; 
Bring  back  blind,  rebel  mortals, 


THE    HARf.  69 


Our  Sovereign  to  obey; 

And  guide  them  to  the  portals 

Of  heaven's  eternal  day. 

6  Go,  pilgrim,  to  thy  Savior— 

A  short,  a  kind  adieu; 
Far  holier  friends  will  hail  thee* 

Where  joys  eternal  flow: 
By  angels  kind  attended, 

Go,  take  thy  crown,  there  given* 
And  when  our  toils  are  ended, 

O  may  we  meet  in  heaven. 

53.  How  Sweet  the    Thought. 

1  IMOW  sweet  the  thought!  while  here  in 

We  tread  a  path  uneven;  [tears 

Pass  but  a  few  more  fleeting  years, 
And  we  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  How  sweet  the  thought!  whene'er  by  death 

Our  friends  from  us  are  riven, 
We,  too,  shall  soon  resign  our  breath, 
And  live  with  them  in  heaven. 

3  How  sweet  the  thought!  though  Jesus  be 

To  faith's  dim  eye' here  given; 

Death  shall  remove  the  veil,  and  we 

Shall  see  the  Lord  in  heaven, 

4  But  am  I  truly  one  of  those 

Whose  hearts  to  God  are  given? 
Have  I  found  comfort  in  the  cross? 
Shall  I  find  rest  in  heaven? 


70  THE    HARP. 

5  Lord,  I  am  vile!  but  thro'  thy  death 
Be  all  my  sins  forgiven; 
Breathe  in  my  soul  a  living  faith, 
And  make  me  fit  for  heaven. 

59.    Thy  Will  be  Done. 

1  IVfY  God,  though  every  earthly  hope 

Be  ruined,  lost — each  nerve  unstrung! 
And  every  coming  year,  but  ope 

On  buried  joys  to  which  I've  clung: 
Though  all,  for  which  I've 'fondly  prayed, 

Be  still  withheld;  each  glorious  sun, 
But  view  some  cherish'd  comfort  fade; — 

Yet,  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done. 

2  Though  friends,  who  oft  this  heart  estranged 

From  thy  pure  worship,  O  my  God, 
Should  fickle  prove  ;  grow  cold  and  changed; 

Still  let  me  kiss  the  chast'ning  rod; 
And  make  me  learn,  that  when  the  soul 

Her  heavenward  race  has  once  begun, 
No  idol  should  her  flight  control; 

Thus,  Father,  let  thy  will  be  done. 

3  In  pain  and  anguish,  let  thine  arm, 

Support  me,  Lord,  in  hours  of  ill. 
Do  thou  the  venom'd  shaft  disarm, 

And  heal  my  wounded  spirit  still: 
And,  when  the  last  dread  hour  is  nigh, 

When  here  my  weary  race  is  run; 
In  Jesus  trusting,  then  may  I, 

Departing,  say — Thy  will  be  done. 


T   H  E     H  A  R  P.  71 

60.    The  Preacher's  Wife. 

1  "  JI/1T  Y  husband,  there  are  reasons  why 

That  I  for  you  should  humbly  pray, 
That  God  would,  with  a  watchful  eye, 
Direct  your  steps  and  guard  your  way. 

2  "While  I  have  known  the  weight  of  care 

Which  long  has  fiil'd  your  anxious  breast, 
I  could  but  ask  the  Lord,  in  prayer, 
That  all  your  labors  might  be  blest. 

3  "At  midnight  I  have  often  known 

The  feelings  which  your  tears  portray; 
And  while  I  hear  you  sigh  and  groan, 
My  feeling  heart  tells  me  to  pray. 

4  "I  see  you  in  the  pulpit  rise, 

To  warn  the  wicked  of  his  way; 
With  tears  fast  rolling  from  your  eyes; 
By  ev'ry  tear  I'm  bid  to  pray. 

5  "I  see  the  wicked  raise  his  hand 

Against  his  God  and  disobey; 
And  while  he  sins  I  understand 
It  is  my  duty  still  to  pray. 

6  "The  love  of  Christ  now  tells  me  why 

In  duty  you  should  not  delay; 
And  while  you  bid  the  sinner  fly, 

The  blood  of  Christ  tells  me  to  pray. 

7  Go  publish,  then,  the  sinner's  Friend; 

With  you  the  ills  of  life  I'll  share; 
When  you  the  Gospel  truths  defend, 
Remember  then  your  wife's  at  prayer. 


72  THEHARP. 

61.  "How  old  art  thou?" 

1  /^OUNT  not  thy  days  that  have  idly  flown, 

The  years  that  were  vainly  spent; 
Nor  speak  of  the  hours  thou  must  blush  to  own, 
When  thy  spirit  stands  before  the  throne, 
To  account  for  the  talents  lent. 

2  But  number  the  hours  redeem'd  from  sin, 

The  moments  employed  for  heaven — 
Oh,  few  and  evil  thy  days  have  been, 
Thy  life  a  toilsome  and  worthless  scene, 

For  a  nobler  purpose  given. 

3  Will  the  shade  go  back  on  thy  dial  plate! 

Will  thy  sun  stand  still  on  his  way? 
Both  hasten  on,  and  thy  spirit's  fate 
Rests  on  the  point  of  life's  little  date — 

Then  live  while  'tis  called  to-day. 

4  Life's  waning  hours,  like  the  sybil's  page, 

As  they  lessen,  in  value  rise, 
Oh,  arouse  thee  and  live!  nor  deem  that  man's  age 
Stands  in  the  length  of  his  pilgrimage, 

But  in  days  that  are  truly  wise. 

62.   The  Only  True  Guide. 

BY   MONTGOMERY. 

1  "WMjTH  AT  is  the  world? — a  wildering  maze, 
Where  sin  has  track'd  ten  thousand 
Her  victims  to  ensnare;  [ways, 

All  broad,  and  winding,  and  aslope, 
All  tempting  with  perfidious  hope, 
All  ending  in  despair. 


THEHARP.  73 


Millions  of  pilgrims  throng  these  roads, 
Bearing  theiribaubles  or  their  loads 

Down  to  eternal  night; 
One  only  path  that  never  bends, 
Narrow,  and  rough,  and  steep  ascends 

From  darkness  into  light. 

Is  there  no  guide  to  show  that  path? 
The  Bible!— He>lone  who  hath 

The  Bible  need  not  stray; 
But  he  who  hath,  and  will  not  give 
That  light  oflife  to  all  that  live, 

Himself  shall  lose  the  way. 

63.   The  Christian  Soldier. 

1  gOLDJERS  of  the  cross  arise, 

Look  upon  that  glorious  prize, 
Christ  has  placed  before  your  eyes, 
If  you  gain  the  day. 

2  Gird,  O  gird  your  armor  on, 
You  are  led  by  God's  owirSon, 
Many  battles  he  has  won; 

He  will  gain  the  day. 

3  Draw  your  sword,  present  your  shield, 
Forward  rush,  and  never  yield, 

Till  your  foes  have  quit  the  field, 
Then  you'll  gain  the  day. 

4  Guard  each  post  both  day  and  night, 
For,  a  subtle  foe  you  fight, 

And  all  hell  it; would  delight, 

Should  you  lose  the  day. 


74  THE    HARP. 


f>  Often  will)  your  Captain  be, 
Oft  before  him  bow  tlie  knee, 
Then  your  foes  are  sure  to  flee, 

And  you'il  gain  the  day. 

6  Tben  you'll  lay  your  armor  down, 
And  receive  a  starry  crown, 

And  all  heaven  will  resound, 

"Christ  has  gain'd  the  day." 

7  There  the  soldiers  all  will  meet, 
And  their  old  companions  greet, 
And  the  glorious  theme  repeat, 

"Christ  has  gain'd  the  day." 

8  There  your  foes  assail  no  more, 
The  battle's  fought,  the  battle's  o'er, 
You  will  worship  and  adore, 

Through  an  endless  day.. 

64.  :Tis  good  to  Pray. 

1  \7E7HEN  secret  sins  before  us  rise, 

In  all  their  dread  array, 
And  justice  frowns  on  every  side, 
To  find  relief,  we  pray. 

2  When  sore  temptations  vex  the  soul, 

And  fill  it  with  dismay; 
The  Savior  speaks,  the  storm  is  lmsh'd, 
O  then  'tis  good  to  pray. 

3  When  light  sheds  on  the  soul 

Its  bright  and  cheering  rav, 


E    HARP.  t  2 


And  points  it  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
O  then  'tis  good  to  pray. 

4  When  Christ  appears  the  sinner's  hope, 

And  drives  his  fears  away; 
And  softly  speaks  his  sins  forgiven, 
O  then  how  sweet  to  pray. 

5  When  pure  religion  o'er  the  heart 

Holds  an  unbounded  sway; 
And  hourly  lifts  the  heart  to  God. 
O  then  'tis  sweet  to  pray. 

G  When  friends  are  taken  from  our  arms. 
In  the  cold  grave  to  lay; 
To  Him  who  dries  the  mourner's  tears, 
'Twill  then  be  good  to  pray. 

7  When  to  the  shining  courts  above, 
The  joyful  soul  is  raised; 
And  wrapt  in  ecstacy  and  love, 
'Twill  then  be  heaven  to  praise. 


1 


65.  A  Brother's  Prayer. 
f\  GOD  of  mercy,  grace  and  truth, 

Whose  glories  heaven  and  earth  declare; 
Thou  guide  and  guardian  of  my  youth; 
O!  hearken  to  a  Brother's  prayer: 

2  Be  thou  my  Sister's  only  Guide, 

Thro'  this  life's  dangerous,  devious  way; 
Guide  her  frail  bark  on  ocean's  tide, 
To  one  unclouded,  endless  dav. 


76  tfHfcHARP 


3  O!  may  eternal  things  be  sought, 

By  her  with  eager,  anxious  care; 
Absorbing  every  wayward  thought — ■ 
O!  hearken  to  a  Brother's  prayer. 

4  And  thus  in  seeking  may  she  find, 

In  a  Redeemer's  Precious  blood, 
All  that  is  needful  there  combined. 
— Present  her  faultless  to  her  Godv 

5  And  O!  rejoicing  may  she  see 

Herself  the  object  of  thy  care; 
Devote  her  life,  her  all  to  Thee — 
O!  hearken  to  a  Brother's  prayer. 

6  Be  her's  Thy  grace  so  rich,  so  free, 

Her  will  to  bend — her  acts  to  move; 
And  may  she  ever  worship  Thee 
In  spirit,  truth,  and  purest  love. 

7  May  she  the  world— an  idle  toy, 

Forsake;  undaunted  by  its  glare, 
Seek  Thee — the  source  of  purest  joy — - 
O!  hearken  to  a  brother's  prayer. 

8  O!  be  my  Sister's  Guard  and  Guide, 

Lest  from  Thy  path  she  e'er  should  stray, 
And  grace  sufficient,  O  provide; 
Thy  gracious  precepts  to  obey; 

9  And  ne'er  forsake  Thee,  O  my  God; 

But  meekly  all  afflictions  bear: 
To  tread  the  path  her  Savior  trod — 
O!  hearken  to  a  Brother's  prayer. 


THE     HARP.  77 

66.  Juda/i's  Lion. 
fTIHE  Great  God  of  Love  hath  shown  us  the  way 

And  marked  out  the  impartial  road: 
The  Spirit  is  come,  the  work  is  now  begun, 
And  the  gentiles  are  coming  to  God. 

2  The  Represser  of  sin  has  mark'd  out  the  road, 
The  Comforter  leads  the  bright  throng; 

The  Book  is  now  unseal'd;  Judah's  Lion  takes  the 
field, 
And  conducts  the  grand  armies  along. 

3  United  in  one,  the  race  we  will  run, 
Press  forward  in  love  without  fear, 

The  glory  pursue  which  the  world  never  knew; 
Never  will,  till  the  gospel  they  hear. 

4  Salvation  we  see,  to  all  men  is  free, 
The  children  of  Christ  join  in  one; 

We  will  march  uniform;    with  courage  face  the 
storm. 
In  the  battle  the  Savior  began. 

5  No  lion  or  bear  shall  ever  devour 
Or  prey  on  those  innocent  lambs, 

The  shepherd  of  the  sheep  in  his  bosom  will  keep 
And  the  lambs  he  will  bear  in  his  arms. 

6  Then  ye  saints  sing  his  praise,  your  voices  high 

raise, 
And  loud  sound  the  song  of  his  name: 
Hallelujah  now  sing  to  Immanuel  our  King, 
And  conclude  the  graijd  theme  with  Amen! 


78 


THE    HARP 


67.   Christian  Consolation. 

1  rf^OME  and  taste  along  with  me, 

The  weary  pilgrim's  consolation; 
Boundless  mercy  running  free, 

The  earnest  of  complete  salvation; 
Joy  and  peace  in  Christ,  I  find; 
My  heart  to  him  is  all  resigned: 
The  fulness  of  his  power  I  prove 
And  all  my  soul  dissolves  in  love. 
Jesus  is  the  Pilgrim's  portion: 
Love  is  boundless  as  the  ocean. 

2  When  I'm  in  the  house  of  prayer, 

I  find  him  in  the  congregation, 
Music  sweet  unto  my  ear, 

Is  the  full  sound  of  free  salvation* 
My  heart  exults;  my  spirits  flow; 
I  love  my  God  and  brethren  so 
I  join  and  shout  and  sing  aloud, 
And  disregard  the  gazing  crowd; 

Glorious  theme  of  exultation, 

Jesus  Christ  is  my  salvation. 

3  When  the  world  or  flesh  would  rise 

And  strive  to  draw  me  from  my  Savior; 
Strangers  slight  or  foes  despise 

I  then  more  highly  prize  his  favor. 
Friends,  believe  me  when  I  tell 
If  Christ  is  present  all  is  well; 
The  world  and  fle6h  in  vain  may  rise, 
I  all  their  efforts  can  despise. 


THEHARP.  79 


In  the  world,  I've  tribulation, 
But  in  Christ  sweet  consolation. 

4  "Worldlings  hold  me  in  disdain 

Because  I  slight  their  carnal  pleasure, 
All  in  this  that  gives  me  pain, 

Is,  that  they  slight  a  noble  treasure. 
But  among  ihem,  bless  the  Lord, 
There's  some  that  tremble  at  his  word, 
And  this  doth  joy  to  me  impart, 
To  think  the  Lord  has  reach'd  their  heart. 

O,  the  praise  to  God  be  given, 

Peace  on  earth  and  crowns  in  heaven. 

5  Why  should  I  regard  the  frowns 

Of  those  who  mock,  deride  or  slight  me? 
Soon  ['11  lie  beneath  the  ground, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  those  who  hate  me; 
Toil  and  pain  and  suffering  o'er, 
I'll  gain  that  blissful,  happy  shore, 
And  with  the  shining  host  above 
I'll  sing  and  shout  redeeming  love. 

Pleasures  there  beyond  expression 

Ever  flow  in  sweet  succession. 

6  Sinners,  you  may  mock  and  scorn, 

Your  moments  past  will  be  lamented; 
That  awful  day  is  hastening  on, 

When  you  will  wish  you  had  repented; 
For  death  in  its  embraces  cold, 
Will  soon  your  mortal  bodies  hold; 
Your  pleasures  then  will  take  their  flight, 


BO  TH  E    H  A  R  P. 

And  down  you'll  sink  to  endless  night. 
While  you're  of  that  guilty  number, 
Your  damnation  doth  not  slumber. 

7  Come,  poor  sinners,  go  with  me; 

My  heart's  enlarged  to  receive  you; 
{Slight  not  mercy  oifer'd  free, 

But  venture  on  him,  he'll  relieve  you; 
But  if  you  offer'd  grace  refuse, 
And  still  the  way  of  folly  choose; 
Unhappy  souls,  your  guilt  and  blood, 
Will  rest  on  your  defenceless  heads. 

Parkness,  grief,  and  pain  and  sorrow, 

May  be  yours  before  to-morrow. 

68.    The  King  of  Terrors. 

1  T"\EATH,  he  is  the  king  of  terrors, 

And  a  terror  to  all  kings; 
Oft  he  fills  the  mind  with  horrors, 

Telling  us  of  frightful  things; 
Lands  of  darkness,  shades  of  silence, 

Gloomy  vaults  where  pris'ners  lie: 
Many  thousands  have  been  conquer'd! 

We  alas!  must  shortly  die! 

2  See,  frail  man,  hqw  unexpected, 

In  my  chariot  I  do  ride! 
Fierce  convulsions,  pains,  and  fevers, 

Are  the  weapons  by  my  side : 
Kingdoms,  countries,  or  their  cities, 

JCings,  their  councils,  or  their  sbves. 


THE    HARP. 


None  of  these  mine  eyes  have  pitied, 
Soon  I'll  bring  them  to  their  graves. 

3  There  they  lie  without  distinction! 

Thus  I  boast  my  thousands  slain; 
Nor  can  they,  without  permission, 

Ever  hope  to  rise  again. 
Stop,  O,  Death!  don't  boast  of  vict'ry; 

Hark,  and  hear  what  faith  can  say 
Of  one  Jesus,  who  on  Calvary 

Died  and  in  the  grave  did  lay. 

4  See  him  rising!  hear  him  crying! 

"I,  O  Death!  have  conquer'd  you; 
Though  your  looks  are  so  dismaying, 

Yet  my  saints,  I'll  bring  through. 
This  gives  cause  for  all  believers 

To  rejoice  in  Christ  their  king: 
Death's  no  more  than  a  dark  curtain, 

Drawn  to  let  the  saints  pass  in. 

5  "There  the  wicked 'cease  from  troubling, 

There  the  weary  are  at  rest; 
There  the  saints  sing  Hallelujah, 

There  they  are  divinely  blest; 
Free  from  sin,  and  free  from  sorrow, 

Free  from  sickness,  care  and  pain; 
No  dread  thoughts  of  gloom  or  horror 

E'er  shall  frighten  them  again." 

6  There  the  saints  in  holy  triumph 

Will  rejoice  in  Christ  their  King, 


82  THE    HARP 


Ask  the  grave,  "Where  now's  thy  victory? 

Boasting  monster!  where's  thy  sting?" 
Saved  and  pardon'd  through  the  Savior, 

Though  the  grave  my  flesh  annoy, 
Death's  but  the  gate  to  endless  glory, 

Road  to  everlasting  joy. 

69.    The  Last  Day- 

1  rg^HE  great  tremendous  day  's  approaching; 

The  awful  scene  is  drawing  nigh, 
So  long  foretold  by  ancient  prophets, 
Decreed  from  all  eternity. 

2  Then  O,  my  soul,  reflect  and  wonder, 
That  awful  scene  is  drawing  near, 
And  thou  must  see  the  great  transaction 
When  Christ  in  judgment  shall  appear. 

3  See  nature  stand  all  in  amazement, 
To  hear  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound! 
Arise  ye  dead  and  come  to  judgment, 
Ye  nations  of  the  world  around. 

4  Loud  thunders  rumbling  through  the  concave! 
Bright  forked  lightnings  part  the  skies! 

The  heaven  's  shaking,  the  earth  is  quaking; 
The  gloomy  sight  attracts  mine  eyes. 

5  The  orbit  lamps,  all  veil'd  in  sackcloth, 
No  more  their  shining  circuits  run; 
The  wheels  of  time  stop  in  a  moment! 
Eternal  things  are  now  begun! 


THE    HARP,  83 


6  Huge  massy  rocks,  and  tow'ring  mountains, 
Over  their  tumbling  basis  roar! 

The  raging  ocean,  all  in  commotion, 
Is  hovering  round  her  frighted  shore! 

7  Green,  turfy  grave-yards,  and  tombs  of  marble,- 
Give  up  their  dead,  both  small  and  great! 
See  the  whole  world,  both  saints  and  sinners, 
Are  coming  to  the  judgment  seat! 

8  See  Jesus,  on  the  throne  of  justice, 
Come  thundering  down  the  parted  skies, 
With  countless  armies  of  shining  angels, 
With  Hallelujahs,  shout  for  joy. 

9  Bright  shining  streams  from  out  his  presence, 
His  face  ten  thousand  suns  outshine: 
Ilehold  him  corning  in  power  and  glory; 

To  meet  him,  all  his  saints  combine. 

10  O,  come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 
The  purchase  of  my  dying  love, 
Receive  the  crowns  of  life  and  glory 
Which  are  laid  up  for  you  above. 

11  For  your  dear  souls,  which  have  continued 
With  me,  and  my  temptations  bore, 

I  have  reserved  for  you  a  kingdom, 
To  reign  with  me  forevermore. 

12  See  justice  now  with  indignation 
Calling  aloud  for  sinners'  blood; 
Those  who  have  slighted  offered  mercy, 
And  crucified  the  Son  of  God. 


84 THE    flARP. 

13  Depart  from  me  ye  cursed  sinners! 
My  face  you  never  more  shall  see! 

Be  banished  from  my  peaceful  presence, 
To  dreadful  wo  and  misery! 

14  Now,  sinners!  here's  a  faithful  warning! 
Return  to  Jesus  while  you  may, 

For  now  he's  waiting  to  receive  you; 
Or  else  you  must  depart  away! 

70.    The  Contrast. 

1  TN  what  confusion  earth  appears! 

God's  dearest  children  bath'd  in  tears, 
While  they  whjD  heaven  itself  deride, 
Riot  in  luxury  and  pride. 

2  But  patient  let  my  soul  attend, 
And  ere  I  censure,  view  the  end. 
That  end  how  different;  who  can  tell 
The  wide  extremes  of  heaven  and  hell? 

8  See  the  red  flames  around  him  twine, 
Who  did  in  gold  and  purple  shine, 
Nor  can  his  tongue  one  drop  obtain 
To  allay  the  scorching  of  his  pain. 

4  While  round  the  saints,  so  poor  below,- 
Full  rivers  of  salvation  flow; 
On  Abram's  breast  he  leans  his  head. 
And  banquets  on  celestial  breadl. 

•5  Jesus,  my  Savior!  let  me  share' 
The  meanest  of  thy  servant's  fare: 
May  I  at  last  approach  to  taste 
The  blessings  of  thy  marriage  feast? 


THE     HARP.  85 

71.  Missionary  Hymn. 

BY  BISHOP  HEBER. 

1  Tj^ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  Isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile, 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strewn; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny] 
Salvation!  Oh,  salvation! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name! 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory 


86  T  II  E    H  A  R  P 


It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er,  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  rei^n. 


72.   Palestine. 

BY  J.   G.  WHITTIER. 

"Dlest  land  of  Judea!  thrice  hallowed  of  song-, 
Where  the  holiest  of  memories  pilgrim-like 
throng: 
In  the  shade  of  thy  palms,  by  the  shores  of  thy  sea, 
On  the  hills  of  thy  beauty,  my  heart  is  with  thee. 

f2  With  the  eye  of  a  spirit  I  look  on  that  shore, 
Where  pilgrim  and  prophet  have  lingered  before; 
With  the  glide  of  a  spirit  I  traverse  the  sod 
Made  bright  by  the  steps  of  the  angels  of  God. 

3  Blue  sea  of  the  hills!  in  my  spirit  I  hear 
Thy  waters,  Genesaret,  chime  on  my  ear; 
Where  the  Lowly  and  Just  with  the  people  sat 

down, 
And  thy  spray  on  the  dust  of  his  sandals  was 
thrown. 

4  Beyond  are  Bethclia's  mountains  of  green, 
And  the  desolate  hills  of  the  wild  Gadarene; 
And  I  pause  on  the  goat-crags  of  Tabor  to  see 
The  gleam  of  thy  waters,  oh  dark  Gallilee! 

5  Hark,  a  sound  in  the  valleys!    where,  swollen 

and  strong, 


THEHARP.  87 

Thy  river,  oh  Kishon,  is  sweeping  along; 
Where  the  Canaanite  strove  with  Jehovah  in  vain, 
And  thy  torrent  grew  dark  with  the  blood  of  the 
slain. 

6  There,  down  from  his  mountains  stern  Zebulon. 

came, 
And  Naphthali's  stag  with  his  eye-balls  of  flame, 
And  the  chariots  of  Jabin  rolled  harmlessly  on, 
For  the  arm  of  the  Lord  was  Abinoam's  son! 

7  There  sleep  the  still  rocks  and  the  caverns 

which  rang 
To  the  song  which  the  beautiful  Prophetess  sang 
When  the  Princes  of  Issachar  stood  by  her  side, 
And  the  shout  of  a  host  in  its  triumph  replied. 

8  Lo,  Bethlehem's  hill-site  before  me  is  seen, 
With  the  mountains  around,  and  the  valleys  be- 
tween; 

There  rested  the  shepherds  of  Judah,  and  there 
The  song  of  the  angels  rose  sweet  on  the  air. 

9  And  Bethany's  palm  trees  in  beauty  still  throw 
Their  shadows  at  noon  on  the  ruins  below, 

But  where  are  the  sisters  who  hastened  to  greet 
The  lowly  Redeemer,  and  sit  at  his  feet? 

10  I  tread  where  the  twelve  in  their  way-faring 

trod; 
I  stand  where  they  6tood  with  the  chosen  of  God ; 
Where  his  blessing  was  heard,  and  his  lessons 

were  taught,    . 


88  THE    HARP 


Where  the  blind  were  restored,  and  the  healing 
was  wrought. 

11  Oh,  here  with  his  flock  the  sad  wanderer  came, 
These  hills  he  toiled  over  in  grief  are  the  same — 
The  founts  where  he  drank  by  the  way-side  still 

flow, 
And  the  same  airs  are  blowing  which  breathed  on 
his  brow. 

12  And  throned  on  her  hill  sits  Jerusalem  yet, 
But  with  dust  on  her  forehead,  and  chains  on  her 

feet: 
For  the  crown  of  her  pride  to  the  mocker  hath 

gone, 
And  the  holy  Shechina  is  dark  where  it  shone! 

13  But  wherefore  this  dream  of  the  earthly  abode 
Of  Humanity  clothed  in  the  brightness  of  God! 
Were  my  spirit  but  turned  from  the  outward  and 

dim, 
It  could  gaze,  even  now,  on  the  presence  of  Him! 

14  Not  in  clouds  and  in  terrors,  but  gentle  as 

when 
In  love  and  in  meekness  he  moved  among  men; 
And  the  voice  which  breathed  peace  to  the  \vai|s 

of  the  sea, 
In  the  hush  of  my  spirit,  would  whisper  to  me. 

15  And  what  if  my  feet  may  not  tread  where  He 

6tood, 
Nor  ray  ears  hear  the  dashing  of  Gallilee'6  flood, 


THE    HARP.  89 

Nor  my  eyes  see  the  cross  which  He  bowed  him 

to  bear, 
Nor  my  knees  press  Gethsemane's  garden  of 

prayer. 

16  Vet,  Loved  of  the  Father,  thy  spirit  is  near 
To  the  meek,  and  the  lowly,  and  penitent  here; 
Ami  the  voice  of  thy  love  is  the  same  even  now, 
As  at  Bethany's  tomb,  or  on  Olivet's  brow. 

17  Oh,  the  outward  hath  gone! — but  in  glory  and 

power, 
The  Spirit  surviveth  the  things  of  an  hour, 
Unchanged,  undecaying,  its  Pentecost  flame 
On  the  heart's  secret  altar  is  burning  the  same! 

73.  /  am  God  alone. 
1  npHUS  saith  the  Lord  of  Glory, 

I'd  have  the  world  to  know  me, 
For  they  must  stand  before  me 

To  account  for  all  they've  done; 
I  am  the  God  of  Heaven; 
Eternally  I'm  living; 
All  things  are  my  creation, 
For  1  am  God  alone. 

12  Now,  sinners,  will  you  hear  me] 
Then  come  now  and  draw  near  me; 
For  you  cannot  deceive  me, 

All  things  to  me  are  known. 
Yourselves  you  are  deceiving.; 


QA 

ES THE    HARP 


My  words,  by  disbelieving, 
Destruction  you're  receiving 
For  I  am  God  alone, 
3  Oh,  will  you  be  reformed, 
And  to  my  ways  transformed? 
My  ransom  is  provided, 

O,  sinner— sinner,  come! 
But  if  you  do  refuse  me, 
I  never  wifl  excuse  you, 
Because  you  do  abuse  me 
And  I  am  God  alone. 
4  How  can  you  stand  my  judgment, 
When  you  shall  in  a  moment 
Hear  the  loud  thund'ring  trumpet 

That  bids  you  all  to  come? 
I  then  shall  fix  your  station 
In  hopeless  desperation 
For  slighting  my  salvation! 
For  I  am  God  alone. 
5  Draw  near  to  me,  my  Zion, 
For  I  am  Judah's  Lion, 
I,  oft  times,  hear  you  crying, 

I  listen  to  your  moan. 
I  ever  will  protect  you, 
I  never  will  forsake  you, 
No  evil  shall  o'ertake  you, 
For  I  am  God  alone. 
6  And  if  you  lack  for  pleasure. 
Or  if  you  lack  for  treasure. 


T  II  E    II  A  R  P  •  91 


Love  me,  and  love  no  other; 

All  things  to  me  belong. 
I  am  the  God  of  pleasure, 
I  am  the  God  of  treasure, 
And  there  is  none  that's  higher, 

For  I  am  God  alone. 


74.  Hymn  for  Prayer  Meeting. 
1  XITHERE  two  or  three  together  meet, 
My  love>nd  mercy  to  repeat, 
And  tell  what  I  have  done, 
There  will  I  be,  saith  God,  to  bless, 
And  ev'ry  burden'd  soul  redress, 
Who  worship  at  my  throne. 

H  Make  one  in  this  assembly,  Lord; 

Speak  to  each  heart  some  cheering  word, 

To  set  the  spirit  free; 
Impart  a  kind  celestial  shower, 
And  grant  that  we  may  spend  an  hour 
In  fellowship  with  thee. 

75.   God  is  Love,. 

1  mHE  lightning's  bright  flash 

Through  the  ether  above, 
The  deep  ocean's  dash, 
All  say— God  is  love. 

2  The  glittering  stars, 
While  shining  so  bright, 
AH  say— God  is  love, 
la  the  stillness  of  night 


go 

THE    HARP 


3  The  boId  eagle's  flight,  " 
The  coo  of  the  dove, 
The  king  of  the  light, ' 
All  say— God  is  live. 

4  The  toP  of  the  mountain, 
Where  in  loneliness  I  rove, 

And  the  gurgling  fountain/ 
All  say—  God  is  love. 

6  God  is  iove,  sigh  the  winds, 
As  they  whistle  along  : 
God  is  love,  say  the  shepherd* 
With  flute  and  with  song. 

6  l[°m  the  ™>"th  of  the  Ganges 
They ■  shout-God  is  love; 
From  the  top  of  the  Andes 
Jt  re-echoes  above. 

76.  Hail  to  the  Son  of  David, 

BY   JAMES  MONTGOMERY 

1  JJAIL  to  the  Lord's  anointed! 

Great  David's  greater  Son: 
Hail  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  bef>un' 
He  comes  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free; 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  reign  in  equity. 

2  He  comes,  with  succor  speedy, 
To  those  who  suffer  wcongc 


THEHARP.  93 

To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls  in  misery  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 

3  By  such  shall  he  be  feared, 

While  sun  and  moon  endure: 
Beloved,  adored,  revered, 

For  he  shall  judge  the  poor, 
Through  changing  generations, 

With  justice,  mercy,  truth; 
While  stars  maintain  their  stations 

And  moons  renew  their  youth. 

4  He  shall  come  down,  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth, 
And  joy  and  hope,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth; 
Before  him  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace  the  herald  go, 
And  righteousness  in  fountains 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

5  Arabia's  desert  ranger 

To  Him  shall  bow  the  knee; 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 

His  glory  come  to  see; 
With  offerings  of  devotion 

Ships  from  the  isles  shall  meet 


94  THE    HARP, 

To  pour  the  wealth  of  ocean, 
In  tribute  at  his  feet. 

6  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  Ilim, 

And  gold  and  incense  bring, 
All  nations  shall  adore  Him; 

His  praise  all  people  sing, 
For  he  shall  have  dominion, 

O'er  river,  sea  and  shore, 
Far,  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 

7  For  Him  shall  pray'r  unceasing, 

And  daily  vows  ascend; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end: 
The  mountain  dews  shall  nourish 

A  seed  in  weakness  sown, 
Whose  fruit  shall  spread  and  flourish 

And  shake  like  Lebanon. 

8  O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He,  on  his  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All  blessing  and  all  blest: 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove, 
His  name  shall  stand  forever, 

His  name — what  is  it? — Love. 


77.  Crown  Him  Prince  of  Peace. 
£  ^OME,  warm  my  heart,  celestial  fire, 
Let  earth-born  passions  cease; 


THE    HARP,  95 


Come  tune  my  heaven-devoted  lyre 
To  sing  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

2  Let  saints  on  earth  their  anthems  raise, 

Who  taste  the  Savior's  grace; 
Let  saints  in  heaven  proclaim  his  praise, 
And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

3  Ye  martyrs  who  in  glory  sit, 

Reclining  at  your  ease; 
Cast  your  bright  crowns  at  Jesus'  feet, 
And  hail  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

4  Angels,  though  robed  in  splendor  bright, 

Unveil'd,  ye  dare  not  gaze 
On  Jesus'  beauties — peerless  sight! 
O  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

5  Kings,  princes,  potentates,  and  powers, 

Rise  from  your  ancient  place; 
His  kingdom  evermore  endures, 
Then  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

6  Ye  warriors,  lay  your  weapons  down, 

For  wars  and  strife  shall  cease; 
Bow  down  to  the  eternal  Son, 
And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

7  Your  glitt'ring  swords  to  ploughshares  beat, 

And  sound  the  grand  release; 
For  Mars  resigns  his  ancient  seat 
To  Christ,  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

8  Victorious  over  sin  and  hell, 

His  kingdom  must  increase; 


96  THE    HARP. 

This  precious  stone  the  earth  shall  fill, 
And  reign  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

9  E'en  now  sweet  hallelujahs  roll, 

Far  on  the  stormy  seas; 
Old  ocean's  sons  unite  in  soul, 
To  crown  the  Prince  of  Peace. 

10  Mahomet's  crescent 's  on  the  wane, 

Its  glory  fades  apace; 
And  anti-christ  shall  soon  be  slain, 
By  the  great  Prince  of  Peace. 

11  Ye  islands  of  the  sea,  rejoice, 

Behold  your  near  release! 
Make  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  noise, 
And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

12  Ye  Indians  of  America, 

Your  glad  hosannas  raise, 
Unite  with  injured  Africa, 

And  crown  him  Prince  of  Peace. 

78.  Flat  Heads  inquiring  the  way  to  Heaven. 
1  "T^ROM  o'er  the  Rocky  Mountains, 
Where  prairies  wide  are  spread, 
Where  streams  from  forest  fountains 
Flow  west  to  ocean's  bed; 

2  See  savage  men  descending 
To  Mississippi's  vale, 
Their  eager  eyes  still  bending, 
An  eastern  light  to  hail. 


T  H  E    II  A  R  P  .  97 


3  For  they  had  heard  a  story 
Of  God's  most  holy  book, 
All  full  of  light  and  glory, 

On  which  their  eyes  would  look; 

4  And  they  like  eastern  sages, 
Who  journey'd  from  afar, 
Have  travell'd  weary  stages, 
To  find  the  Savior's  star. 

5  Have  you  that  book  from  Heaven? 
These  western  wise  men  say: 
To  us  shall  it  be  given 

To  guide  us  on  our  way] 
G  We're  wand'rers — all  our  nation, 
Deep  lost  in  gloomy  night, 
O!  let  us  seek  salvation, 
O!  give  us  heavenly  light. 

7  Yes!  red  men!  here  forth  beaming, 
God's  word  shines  strong  and  free, 
And  soon  its  radiance  gleaming, 
Shall  shine  o'er  earth  and  sea. 

8  To  you  we'll  send  his  gospel, 
Which  God  to  us  has  given; 
So  'faith  may  come  by  hearing,' 
And  you  be  led  to  Heaven." 

70.    The  Sweeter  Thought. 
1  ^VEET  is  the  early  breath  of  morn, 
And  sweet  the  dawn  of  day, 
When  linnets  throng  the  bending  thorn, 


98  THE    HARP, 


And  blackbirds  pour  the  lay. 
But  there's  a  sweeter  thought  I  know, 
Than  morn  or  eve  can  e'er  bestow. 

2  Sweet  is  the  genial  time  of  spring, 

And  sweet  the  summer's  view; 
"What  sweetness  cannot  autumn  bring, 

And  hoary  winter  too. 
But  there's  a  sweeter  thought  I  know, 
Than  all  the  seasons  can  bestow. 

3  Sweet  is  retirement's  friendly  shade, 

When  meditation  draws. 
And  O  how  sweet  is  converse  made 

When  friendship  forms  its  laws. 
But  there's  a  sweeter  thought  I  know, 
Which  none  of  these  can  e'er  bestow. 

4  Dear  thought!— O,  be  thou  dearer  still! 

And  ever  on  my  heart; 
And  when  I  feel  a  transient  thrill, 

Do  thou  that  joy  impart. 
Sweet  source  of  energy  divine. 
Delightful  thought  that  God  is  mine. 

80.    The  Latest   Tear. 
L  \T/"HEN  gathering  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark  and  friends  are  few, 
On  Him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  human  pain. 
He  sees  my  wants,  allays  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 


THE    HARP.  99 


2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  flee  the  good  I  would  pursue, 

Or  do  the  sin  I  would  not  do: 

Still  He  who  felt  temptation's  power, 

Shall  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell, 
Despised  by  those  I  prized  too  well; 
He  shall  His  pitying  aid  bestow, 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  wo: 

At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  who  shared  His  daily  bread. 

4  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismayed,  my  spirit  dies, 
Yet  He,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sickening  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

5  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend, 
Which  covers  all  that  was  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile, 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while, 

My  Savior  marks  the  tears  I  shed; 
For  "Jesus  wept"  o'er  Lazarus  dead. 

6  And  oh,  when  I  have  safely  passed 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  Lord!  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  dying  bed,  for  thou  hast  died: 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 


100  THE    HARP 


8 1 .  Millennium' s  Dawn 

1  T\/"ITH  courage  bold,  the  watchmen  stand 

On  Zion's  sacred  wall; 
They  raise  their  voice  at  God's  command, 
And  cry  aloud  to  all* 

2  The  heralds  fly  o'er  land  and  sea, 

Proclaiming-  God's  free  grace; 
They  preach  eternal  liberty 
To  Adam's  fetter'd  race. 

3  The  love  that  tunes  the  seraph's  lyre, 

Is  streaming  from  the  skies; 
Poor  mortals  catch  the  hallowed  fire, 
And  taste  immortal  joys. 

4  Lo!  in  the  desert,  drear  and  waste, 

A  stream  of  mercy  flows; 
And  in  the  barren  wilderness, 
Blooms  Sharon's  beauteous  Rose. 

5  The  raging  lion  changed  by  grace, 

Grows  peaceful,  mild  and  calm; 
While  near  the  asp  the  suckling  plays; 
The  wolf  dwells  with  the  lamb. 

6  Soon  universal  peace  shall  reign, 

And  righteousness  abound; 
A  brother's  blood,  in  battle  slain, 
No  more  shall  drench  the  ground. 

7  O  glorious  truth!  that  happy  day 

Is  swiftly  rolling  on : 
"Thy  kingdom  come,"  O  Lord,  we  pray, 
"Thy  will  on  earth  be  done," 


THE    HARP.  101 

82.   The  Land  of  Rest. 

"There  remaineth  therefore  a  rest  for  the  people  of 

God."— [Heb.  4:  9. 

1  f\  LAND  of  rest,  we  look  to  thee 

When  darkness  round  our  pathway  lies,- 
When  tempests  blow, 
And  waters  flow, 
Sweeping  the  lovely  from  our  eyes, 
No  storm  thou  knowest,  or  treach'rous  sea£ 
And  therefore  do  we  look  to  thee. 

2  O,  land  of  rest,  we  look  to  thee 

When  by  the  bed  of  death  we  standi 
Watching  until 
The  Master's  will 
Shall  to  his  bar  the  soul  command;' 
Thy  sons  fade  not  at  death's  decree, 
And  therefore  do  we  look  to  thee. 

3  O,  land  of  rest,  we  look  to  thee 

Whene'er  iniquities  prevail, 
When  all  within 
Is  dark  with  sin, 
And  Satan's  wiles  our  peace  assail;' 
tVhere  thou  art,  naught  impure  shall  be, 
And  therefore  do  we  look  to  thee. 

4  O,  land  of  rest,  we  look  to  thee 

As  exiles  homeward  bound  may  turn, 
Where  ta  their  eyes 
The  cliffs  arise 


102  THE    HARP. 

Of  the  dear  land  for  which  they  yearn; 
Our  home  thou  art,  and  exiles  we, 
And  therefore  do  we  look  to  thee. 

5  O,  land  of  rest,  we  look  to  thee 

For  brighter  suns  than  light  us  here, 
For  purer  balm, 
And  truer  calm, 
And  holy  love,  unblent  with  fear; 
Thy  clime  hath  all  our  eye  would  see 
And  therefore  do  we  look  to  thee. 

6  Yet  O,  thou  land  of  heavenly  rest! 

End  of  our  hopes,  we  prize  thee  more, 
That  we  shall  sit 
At  Jesus'  feet 
Soon  as  we  reach  thy  happy  shore; 
And  walk  with  him — the  glad!  the  free! 
And  therefore  do  we  look  to  thee. 

83.   Christ  the  Beloved. 

1  "V^HEN  strangers  stand,  and  hear  me  tell 

What  beauties  in  my  Savior  dwell, 
Where  he  is  gone,  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  may  seek  and  love  him  too. 

2  My  best  Beloved  keeps  Tiis  throne, 
On  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown; 
But  he  descends  and  shows  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  stand: 


THE    HARP.  103 


He  feeds  among  the  spicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  show  their  spotless  heads. 

4  He  has  engross'd  my  warmest  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  soul  can  move: 
I  have  a  mansion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  make  us  part. 

5  He  takes  my  soul  ere  I'm  aware, 
And  shows  me  where  his  glories  are; 
No  chariot  of  Aminadab 

The  heav'nly  rapture  can  describe. 
6"  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
Till  death  shall  make  my  last  remove 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  love. 


84.    The  Soul 

BY    J.  MONTGOMERY. 

1  "V1/"HAT  is  the  thing  of  highest  pric* 

The  whole  creation  round? 
That  which  was  lost  in  paradise — 

That  which  in  Christ  was  found— 
The  soul  of  man — Jehovah's  breath, 

That  keeps  two  worlds  at  strife; 
Hell  moves  beneath  to  work  its  death, 

Heaven  stoops  to  give  it  life. 

2  God  to  reclaim  it  did  not  spare 

His  well  beloved  Son; 
Jesus  to  save  it  deigned  to  bear 
The  sins  of  all  in  one; 


104  THE    HARP. 

The  Holy  Spirit  seal'd  the  plan 
And  pledged  the  blood  divine, 

To  ransom  every  soul  of  man; 
That  price  was  paid  for  mine! 

3  And  is  this  treasure  borne  below, 

In  earthen  vessels  frail? 
Can  none  its  utmost  value  know, 

'Till  flesh  and  spirit  fail) 
Then  let  us  gather  round  the  cross, 

That  knowledge  to  obtain, 
Not  by  the  soul's  eternal  loss, 

But  everlasting  gain. 

85.    Trust  in  Heaven. 

1  rpRUST  in  Heaven!— when  o'er  thy  path 

Clouds  and  tempests  come  in  wrath; 
When  thy  grief  oppresseth  thee, 
When  obscured  thy  prospects  be, 
When  around  thee  mists  are  driven, 
Heed  them  not — but  trust  in  Heaven! 

2  Trust  in  Heaven! — when  one  by  one 
Sweet  the  waves  j)f  hope  glide  on, 
Leaving  thee  a  wreck  at  last 

On  the  shore  from  whence  they  pass'd; 
Though  thy  heart  be  wrung  and  riven, 
Still  forever  trust  in  heaven! 

3  Trust  in  Heaven!— when  from  its  way 
Those  thou  lovest  go  astray; 

Strive,  still  strive  to  bring  them  back 


THE    HARP,  1 05 


To  its  strait  and  thornless  track; 
And  that  truth  may  soon  be  given 
To  thy  spirits,  trust  in  Heaven! 
Trust  in  Heaven!— it  shall  not  fail, 
When  the  darkest  griefs  prevail; 
And  when  death  at  length  shall  come, 
"When  around  thee  spreads  his  gloom, 

Pray  that  thou  may'st  be  forgiven 

Place  thy  dearest  trust  in  Heaven! 


86.  Asleep  in  Jesus. 

1  \  SLEEP  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep! 

From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep; 
A  calm  and  undisturb'd  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus!  oh!  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus!  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest: 
No  fear— no  wo  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  manifests  the  Savior's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus!  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be: 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus!  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  "hiding  place:'7 


10G  THE    HARP. 

On  Indian  plains  or  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesns!  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be: 
Bat  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

87.    Who  is  my  Neighbor? 

1  HPHY  neighbor1?  It  is  he  whom  thou 

Hast  power  to  aid  and  bless; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow, 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 

2  Thy  neighbor?     'Tis  the  tainting  poor, 

Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim; 
Whom  hunger  sends  from  door  to  door; 
Go  thou,  and  succor  him. 

3  Thy  neighbor?     'Tis  that  weary  man 

Whose  years  are  at  their  brim, 
Bent  low  with  sickness,  cares  and  pain; 
Go  thou,  and  comfort  him, 

4  Thy  neighbor]     'Tis  the  heart  bereft 

Of  every  earthly  gem — 
Widow  and  orphan  helpless  left; 
Go  thou  and  shelter  them. 

5  Thy  neighbor]     Yonder  toiling  slave, 

Fetter'd  in  thought  and  limb, 
Whose  hopes  are  all  beyond  the  grave; 
Go  thou  and  ransom  him. 


THE    HARP,  107 


6  Whene'er  thou  meet'st  a  human  form 

Less  favor'd  than  thine  own, 
Remember  'tis  thy  neighbor  worm, 
Thy  brother,  or  thy  son. 

7  Oh!  pass  not,  pass  not  heedless  by; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 

The  breaking  heart  from  misery; 

do,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 

88.  Hope. 

1  |^|H,  what  is  man  of  hope  deprived! 

Poor,  wretched,  and  forlorn! 
Far  better  had  he  never  lived, 
If  Hope  had  ne'er  been  born. 

2  Oh,  glorious  Hope,  without  thy  grace 

'Twere  death  on  earth  to  dwell, 
And  man  would  need  no  change  of  place, 
To  find  his  destined  hell. 

3  In  every  scene  of  trial  here, 

And  misery's  darkest  night, 
No  cheering  gleams  of  joy  appear 
Where  Hope  gives  not  her  light. 

4  And  sin  would  make  one  general  sweep, 

And  line  her  coast  with  souls, 
If  Hope's  strong  anchor  did  not  keep 
From  driving  on  her  shoals. 

5  And  'mid  the  darkness  of  that  night, 

When  death  and  hell  combine, 


108  THE    HARP. 

No  other  beacon  shows  a  light; — 
But  Hope's  will  brighter  shine. 

6  But  Hope  itself  will  fail  and  die; 

The  hour  of  sight  must  come, 
Where  all  is  clear  reality, 
Eternal  joy  or  gtoom. 

7  There  shall  the  saints  desire  no  more, 

Nor  Hope  increase  their  bliss; 
Nor  can  she  force  hell's  prison  door 
To  light  that  dark  abyss. 

8  If  only  while  on  earth  we  stay 

Hope's  joys  to  man  are  given, 
Oh,  Savior,  take  not  mine  away 
Until  I  enter  Heaven. 

89.  Advice  to  Professors. 

1  T>AISE  the  Christian  standard  higher, 

Higher  be  the  Christian's  aim, 
And  to  nobler  things  aspire 

Than  a  mere  professor's  name. 
Always  be  an  humble  Christian, 

Never  be  a  lifeless  one, — 
Imitate  the  bright  example 

Of  Jehovah's  only  Son, 

2  Let  your  piety  be  active, 

And  your  Jove  so  pure  and  strong, 
Your  deportment  so  attractive 

As  to  draw  the  world  along. 
For  the  inconsistent  Christian, 

t 


i   ii  E    KARF<  i  00 

One  whose  practice  and  whose  creed 
Form  but  a  remote  connexion, 
Is  a  stumbling  stone  indeed. 

Almost  Christians  never  flourish- 
But  the  saint  in  word  and  deed 

God's  own  promises  will  nourish, 
And  their  willing  footsteps  lead. 

Those  who  idle  in  his  \ 

Those  who  seek  the  world's  applau|^^ 

Never  shall  be  counted  faithful  ^'fcf 

To  our  grreat  Redeemer's  cause. 


89.    The  Prodigal. 
1  "VfcfHEX  the  Prodigal  retum'd 
From  his  state  of  ruin, 
His  spirit  did  begin  to  burn 

To  think  what  Le'd  been  doing, 
Lo!  his  heart  is  fit  to  break 

At  the  recollection 
And  he  resolv'd  to  tell  the  worst 
And  humbly  seek  protection. 

"2  The  son  appear'cl  a  great  way  ajF, 

All  in  his  tatter'd  garments; 
As  tears  flow  down,  his  heart  is  soft, 

Now  mixed  with  fearful  torment, 
The  Father  listening  to  his  cries, 

Then  runs  to  meet  his  youngest; 
Directed  by  his-longing  eyes, 

Meeting  with  love  the  strongest. 

E 


110  THE    HARP, 

3  The  Father's  come,  now  hear  the  son 

"Say,  Father!  I  have  sinned! 
I  have,  by  sin,  myself  undone, 

And  thy  displeasure  gained! 
I  do  not  say  that  I'm  thy  child, 

But  if  thou  canst  believe  me — 
To  my  poor  soul  be  reconciled, 

A  servant's  place  now  give  me." 

4  Now  leaning  on  his  Father's  breast, 
,.*■       And  glad  he  was  arrives, 

'•'^  Freely  now  his  sins  confess, 

And  has  them  all  forgiven. 
Around  his  neck  the  Father  throws 

His  arms  and  hands  most  tender; 
A  kiss,  again — again  bestows; 

"Saying,  Son,  I'm  thy  defender." 

5  Swift  to  the  skies  the  news  arise, 

Of  the  returning  stranger! 
The  dead's  alive!  the  lost  is  found! 

Rejoice,  ye  shining  angels! 
The  song,  it  rolls  throughout  the  whole, 

In  bursting  joys  of  glory! 
We'll  join  the  song  and  pass  along, 

O,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy! 

90.   Sick  Bed  Reflection. 
T   ISTEN  ye  sprightly,  and  attend  ye  vain  ones, 
Pause  in  your  mirth,  adversity  consid'ring: 
Learn  from  a  friend's  pen,  sentimental,  painful, 
Sick  bed  reflection. 


THE    HARP,  111 

2  Healthful  and  gay,  like  you  I  spent  my  moments, 
Fondly  my  heart  said,  joy  would  last  forerer; 
But  I'd  forgotten,  man  had  no  enjoyment 

But  by  permission. 

3  Sudden  and  awful,  from  the  height  of  pleasure, 
By  pain  and  sickness,  thrown  upon  this  down-bed, 
Vain  is  its  softness  to  assuage  the  pain  of 

Raging  disorder. 

4  Kindest  attention  of  my  friends,  most  humane, 
With  the  profound  skill  of  a  kind  Physician; 
All  skill  is  baffled,  while  distress  and  anguish 

tortures  my  whole  frame. 

5  Vain  are  my  groanings,  all  complaints  are  fruit- 

less: 
Changing  my  place  cannot  abate  my  fever, 
Here,  like  a  reptile,  on  a  bed  of  embers, 
Tortured!  I  languish. 

6  Hopes  of  recovery  my  fond  heart  indulged, 
Till  my  Physician,  to  my  great  amazement, 
Kindly  inform'd  me  that  my  case  was  desperate, 

Death  swift  approaching! 

7  Wonder  on  wonder  to  my  view  now  open'd, 
Life  is  receding,  to  the  grave  I'm  hast'ning; 
Am  I  prepared! — this  dread  moment  must  I 

Meet  my  Creator! 

8  Twenty  five  years  I've  spent  without  consid'ring 
Man  as  a  mortal,  dependent  on  a  moment; 

Life  waj5  a  shadow,  time  a  flying  ajrow, 
Quick  to  dispel  it. 


\  12 THE    HARP. 

9  Oft  have  I  listen'd  while  death-bells  were  tolling 
Seen  the  graves  open,  and  spectators  mourning; 
But,  for  myself,  in  spite  of  all  these  warnings, 

Long  life  expected. 

10  Counsels  I've  slighted,  warnings  I've  neglected 
In  my  gay  moments  thoughts  of  death  I  banish'J 
When  grown  gray-headed,  often  I've  resohed, 

Death  to  prepare  for. 

11  Time  in  advance,  to  me  seein'd  moving  slowly, 
Days  without  Ifiimber  I've  proposed  for  pleasure; 
But  they  are  blasted,  now  behold  the  end  of 

Procrastination. 

12  Tortur'd  in  body,  not  one  limb  exempted, 
No  sweet  composure  to  direct  one  prayer; 
AH  is  disorder,  yet  my  state  eternal 

Now  is  depending. 

13  O!  ghastly  death!    pray  stop  one  single  mo- 

ment, 
While  I  give  warning  to  my  gay  companions; 
No  time  is  granted  for  expostulation — 
Shun  my  example; 

91.    The  Christian  Soldier. 
1  T'M  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

And  bid  the  world  farewell! 
Come  on,  my  fellow  travelers, 

In  spite  of  earth  or  hell! 
Though  Satan's  army  re  gee, 


THE    HARP 


113 


And  all  his  hosts  combine, 
The  Scripture  doth  engage  us 
The  strength  of  love  divine. 

2  I'll  blow  the  silver  trumpet 
And  on  the  nations  ell; 
For  Christ  has  me  commission'd 

To  say  he  died  for  all. 
Come,  try  his  grace,  and  prove  him, 

You  shall  the  gift  obtain, 

He  will  not  send  you  empty, 

Nor  let  you  seek  in  vain. 

3  And  if  you  want  a  witness, 

We  have  one  just  at  hand, 
Who  lately  has  experienced 

The  blessings  of  that  land; 
It  comes  in  copious  showers 

Our  bodies  can't  contain: 
It  fills  our  ransom'd  powers 

And  soon  we'll  drink  again. 

4  The  glories  of  that  Kingdom 

My  soul  can  ne'er  describe. 
I  feel  it  is  within  me; 

The  blood  so  free  applied. 
O,  Come  unto  my  Savior's  arms 

And  you  shall  feel  his  love. 
'Tis  sweeter  than  all  earthly  things; 

Just  coming  from  above. 


114  THE    HARP 


5  The  glories  of  that  heavenly  place, 

I've  oft  times  felt  before. 
But  what  I  feel  is  just  a  taste, 

And  makes  me  long  for  more. 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  fly  and  be  at  rest, 
Then  would  1  soar  to  worlds  above, 

And  dwell  among  the  blest. 

6  My  soul  looks  up  and  sees  Him  smile; 

He  now  the  blessing  sends, 
And  I  am  thinking  all  the  while, 

When  will  my  sorrows  end? 
I  contemplate  it  won't  be  long 

Till  He  will  come  again, 
Then  shall  I  join  the  heavenly  throng, 

And  in  his  kingdom  reign, 

7  O,  could  I  join  the  heavenly  throng, 

And  ne'er  return  again, 
I  should  not  think  the  season  long, 

That  I  have  suffered  pain. 
The  sons  of  Zion,  marching  home, 

Along  the  heavenly  street, 
Then  would  I  join  them  as  they  come, 

And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

8  Says  Faith,  look  yonder!  see  my  crown, 

Laid  up  in  heaven  above! 
Says  Hope,  it  shortly  shall  be  mine. 

I  long  to  wear  it  says  Love: 
Desire  pays,  is  that  my  crown? 


Tilt    HARP.  115 


Then  to  that  world  I'll  flee! 
I  cannot  bear  a  longer  stay; 

My  rest  1  fain  would  see. 

9  But  stay,  says  Patience,  wait  awhile; 

The  crown's  for  those  that  fight; 
The  prize  for  those  that  run  the  race 

By  faith  and  not  by  s'ght; 
Thus  Faith  doth  take  a  pleasing  view; 

Hope  waits,  Love  sits  and  sings, 
Desire  flutters  to  be  gone, 

But  Patience  clips  her  wings. 

92.    Youthful  Minister  s  Far  ere  ell! 

1  Tj^ARE  WELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

The  grospel  sounds  a  jnbilpe; 
My  stamm'ring  tongue  shall  sound  aloud 

From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 

2  Farewell  in  bonds  and  union  dear, 

Like  cords  you  twine  about  my  heart; 
I  humbly  beg  your  fervent  prayer, 

Till  we  shall  meet  no  more  to  [art, 
Till  we  do  meet  in  worlds  above, 

Encircled  in  eternal  love. 

3  Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below, 

Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me; 
My  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go, 
To  sound  the  gospel  jubilee : 


H6 THE    H  A  R  l'  . 

To  sound  the  joys,  and  boar  the  news, 
To  Gentile  worlds  and  royal  Jews; 

4  Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all, 

While  God  shall  give  me  breath  to  breathe, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Eternal  All, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live: 
That  your  dear  Boole  prepar'd  may  be 
To  reign  in  bliss  eternally. 

5  Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun: 

And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 
The  path  is  straight,  my  feet  shall  run, 

And  God  will  keep  me  as  I  i/o: 
My  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 

6  Farewell,  farewell!  I  look  above- 

Jesus,  my  friend,  to  thee  I  call; 
My  joy,  my  hope,  my  only  love, 

My  safeguard  hence,  my  heavenly  all; 
My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing, 
My  only  hope  in  death,  Amen! 


93.   Bower  of  Prayer. 

1  rjlO  leave  my  dear  friends  and  with  neighbors 

to  part, 
And  go  from  my  home,  it  affects  not  my  heart — 
Like  the  thoughts  of  absenting  myself  for  a  day, 
From  that  bless'd  retreat  where   I'd  chosen  to. 
pray. 


THE    HAHP.  117 


2  Sweet  bower,   where  the  pine  and  the  poplar 

hath  spread, 
And  woven  their  branches,  a  roof  o'er  my  head  ; 
How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  evergreen  there, 
And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Savior  in  prayer. 

3  The  early  shrill  notes  of  the  lov'd  Nightingale, 
As  it  dwelt  on   my  bower,  I  observed  as  my  bell, 

I  To  call  me  to  duty,  while  birds  of  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises  as  I  went  to  prayer. 

|  4  How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs  perfum'd  with  the 
pine, 
The  ivy,  the  olive,  the  wild  eglantine— 
But  sweeter;  Oh!  sweeter,  superlative,  were 
The  joys  which  I  tasted,  in  answer  to  prayer. 

5  Sweet  bower,  I  must  leave  thee,  and  bid  thee 

adieu, 
And  pay  my  devotion  in  parts  that  are  new — 
Well  knowing  my  Savior  resides  ev'ry  where, 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

94.    Trust  in  God. 
1  "VV^HY,  O,  my  soul!  why  thus  depress'd, 
And  why  these  anxious  fears'? 
Let  former  favors  fix  thy  trust, 

And  check  thy  rising  tears; 
When  sorrow  and  affliction  roar'd 

And  press'd  on  every  side, 
Did  not  the  Lord  sustain  thy  steps? 
And  was  not  God  thv  guide! 


118  T  II  E-  H  A  R  P  . 


Affliction  is  a  stormy  deep, 

Where  wave  resounds  to  wave; 
Though  o'er  my  head  the  billows  roll, 

I  know  the  Lord  can  save. 
Perhaps  before  the  rising  dawn 

He'll  reinstate  thy  peace; 
For  he  that  bade  the  trumpet  roar, 

Can  bid  the  trumpet  cease. 

In  the  dark  watches  of  the  night 

I'll  count  his  mercies  o'er; 
I'll  praise  him  fur  ten  thousand  past, 

And  humbly  sue  for  more: 
Here  will  I  rest  and  build  my  hope, 

Nor  murmur  at  his  rod, 
He's  more  than  all  the  world  to  me; 

My  life,  my  health,  my  God. 

95.  Passage  of  the  Red  Sea. 
f\N  they  pressed  mid  hope  and  fear. 

For  an  army's  tread  was  near; 
While  the  monarch's  voice  of  cheer 

Rang  through  the  parted  flood. 
"Lords  of  Egypt!  there's  the  slave, 
Heed  ye  not  the  mountain  wave; 
Who's  the  God,  the  wretch  to  save, 

When  I  ask  for  blood!" 
Deeper  grew  the  gloom  of  night; 
Fearful  rose  the  water's  height; 
But  the  gleaming  pillar  bright 

Marked  out  Edom's  coast. 


THE     HARP.  1  19 

Swifter  sped  the  exile  band, 
Till  the  last  had  gained  the  strand; 
Stretched  the  prophet  then  his  hand 
Tmv^rd  the  royal  husf. 

3  Now  for  strength,  and  now  for  speed, 
Now  King  Pharoah  is  thy  need; 
Warrior!  urge  for  once  thy  steed; 

Israel  hath  not  bowed. 
Hark!  the  floods  are  coming — fly! 
Ah!     See  there! — some  awful  eye 
Looking  at  us — God  —  we  die; 

God  is  in  the  cloud. 

4  From  the  axles  drop  the  wheels, 
Steed  beneath  his  rider  reels, 
Dark  and  wild  the  thunder  peafs, 

Through  that  ocean  bed. 
Backward  roll  the  mighty  waves, 
Gurgling  to  their  ancient  caves, 
There  they  roar  above  the  graves, 

Where  sleep  Egypt's  dead. 

96.      The   Christian   Graces. 

1  "T\ANIEL'S  wisdom  may  I  know, 

Stephen's  faith  and  patience  show, 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal; 
Run,  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  race,  and  conquer  all. 

2  Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender  heartedness, 
Peter's  fervent  spirit  feel, 


120 T  H  E    HARP. 

James'  faith  by  works  reveal; 
Like  young-  Timothy  may  I 
Ev'ry  sinful  passion  fly. 

3  Job's  submission  would  I  know, 
David's  pure  devotion  show, 
Samuel's  call,  O  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share; 

Let  Isaiah's  hallowed  fire, 

All  my  new-born  soul    inspire. 

4  Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  valiant  steadfast  care, 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 

Isaac's  meditative  heart; 

Abrah'm.'s  friendship  let  me  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  God  of  love. 

5  Most  of  all  may  I  pursue 
The  example  Jesus  drew; 

In  my  life  and  'conduct  show 
How  he  lived  and  walked  below: 

Day  by  day,  through  grace  bestow'd, 
Imitate  my  perfect  Lord. 

97.    The  Parting  Hand. 
1  TV£Y  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 

Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  move, 
Your  friendship's  like  a  drawing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand; 
Your  comp'ny's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 


THE    HARP.  i 21 


Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear, 
And  when  I  pee  that  wc  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  about  my  heart. 

2  How  sweet  the  bom 

When  we  have  mot  to  sing  and  pr 
How  loth  we've  been  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  show?  his  smiling  face; 

0  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  drooping  mind, 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 

That  we  must  tak  nd. 

3  Well,  since  it  is  God's  holy 
We  must  be  parted  for  a  while, 
In  sweet  submission  all  as  one, 
We'll  say  our  Father's  wili  be  done; 
How  oft  I've  seen  your  flowing  te 

And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears; 
Your  hearts  with  love,  oft  seem'd  to  flame, 
This  makes,  me  hope  we'rl  meet  again. 

4  Ye  mourning  souls  in  sad  surprise, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 
O,  trust  his  grace,  in  all  that  land 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 
Dear  Christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 

1  hope  in  Christ  you'll  stiil  go  on, 
And  if  -oe  earth  we  meet  no  more, 
O,  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 


1  22 THE     HARP. 

5  IJiope  you'll  all  remember  me, 
If  you  on  earth  no  more  I  see; 
An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

0  glorious  day!  O  blessed  hope, 

My  heart  leaps  forward  at  the  thought 
That,  on  that  happy,  happy  land, 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

98.   Rise  my  Soul. 

1  T>ISE  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

Towards  Heaven,  thy  native  place, 
Sun  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  will  soon  this  earth  remove;. 
Rise  my  soul  and  haste  away, 

To  seats  prepar'd  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending,  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source, 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  see  his  glorious  face; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Fly  me  riches,  fly  me  cares. 

While  I,  thy  coast  explore, 
Flattering  world  with  all  thy  snare*,. 


THE    HARP. 12S 

Solicit  me  no  more. 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  your  home, 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night, 
Whpn  the  last  bright  morn  shall  come, 

We'il  rise  to  joyful  light. 

4  Then  cease  ye  Pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  the  Savior  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 
Yet  a  season  and  you  know, 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given; 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  Heaven. 

99.    The  Jews  in  Captivity. 

1  "Y/f^HEN  we  our  weary  limbs  to  rest, 

Sat  down  by  proud  Euphrates'  stream, 
We  wept  with  doleful  thoughts  oppress'd, 

And  Zion  was  our  mournful  theme. 
Our  harps*  that  when  with  joy  we  sung, 

Were  wont  their  tuneful  parts  to  bear, 
With  silent  strings  neglected  hung. 

On  willow  trees  that  withered  there. 

2  Then  they  that  led  us  captive  said, 

Come  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  songs, 
And  of  our  grief  derision  made, 

Nor  Jacob's  God  redress'd  our  wrongs. 
How  can  we  sing  on  Babel's  shore, 

)Vhere  songs  profane  offend  the  ear ; 


124  THE    HARP, 


Where  strangers  idol  god's  adore, 
And  hated  images  appear. 

3  If  I  forget  Jerusalem, 

Although  she  now  in  ruin  lies — 
Let  every  object  cease  to  charm, 

And  cleave  my  tongue  and  close  my  eyes  ; 
O,  could  I  see  the  house  of  God, 

Whose  sacred  ashes  bleach  the  plains — 
Once  more  my  brethren's  blest  abode, 

There  would  I  dwell  while  life  remains. 

4  Then  O,  my  soul  arise  and  sing, 

And  strive  to  gain  the  heavenly  land, 
Where  all  the  saints  their  honors  bring, 

And  crown  with  joy  Jerusalem. 
There  glory,  glory,  we  shall  sing. 

"When  all  our  gloomy  doubts  are  o'er, 
And  join  to  praise  our  conquering  King, 

On  Canaan's  peaceful,  happy  shore. 

100.   Christ  in  the  Garden. 

1  "C\^HILE  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to 

rest, 
The  last  beams  of*  day-light  shone  dim  in  the  west, 
O'er  fields,  by  the  moonlight,  ray  wandering  feet 
it  in  quiet  meditation  some  lonely  retreat. 

2  While  passing  a  garden,  I  paused  for  to  hear 
A  voice  faint  and  plaintive  from  one  that  was 

"tbere  ; 
The  voice  of  the  sufferer  affected  my  heart, 
While  in  r  ling  the  poor  sinner's  part. 


THE    HARP,  125 

3  In  offering  to  Heaven  his  pitying  prayer. 

He  spoke  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must  bear: 
His  life  as  a  ransom  he  offered  to  give, 
Tint  sinners,  redeemed,  in  glory  might  live. 

4  I  listened  a  moment,  then  turned  me  to  see 
What  man  of  compassion  this  stranger  could  be! 
I  saw  him,  low,  kneeling,  upon  the  cold  ground, 
The  loveliest  Being  that  ever  was  found! 

5  His  mantle  was  wet  with  the  dews  of  the  night; 
His  locks  by  pale   moon-beams  were  glist'ning 

and  bright; 
His  eyes,   bright  as  diamonds,   to  heaven  were 

raised; 
"While  angels  in  wonder  stood  round  him  amazed! 

6  So  deep  were  his  sorrows,  so  fervent  his  prayers 
That  down  o'er  his  bosom  rolled  sweat,  blood,  and 

tears! 
I  wept  to  behold  him!    I  asked  him  his  name, 
He  answered,  "  'Tis  Jesus  !  from  heaven  I  came! 

7  I  am  thy  Redeemer!    For  thee  I  must  die: 
The  cup  is  most  bitter;    but  cannot  pass  by! 
Thy  sins,  like  a  mountain,  are  laid  upon  me: 
And  all  this  deep  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee!" 

8  I  heard  with  deep  sorrow  the  tale  of  his  wo; 
While  tears  like  a  fountain  of  waters  did  flow! 
The  cause  of  his  sorrows,  to  hear  him  repeat. 
Affected  my  heart— and  I  fell  at  his  feet; 

E* 


I  26  T  H  E    H  A  R  P 


9  I  trembled  with  horror;  and  loudly  did  cry, 
♦'Lord!    save  a  poor  sinner!    O  save,  or  I  die!" 
He  smiled  when  he  saw  me;  and  said  tome,  "live; 
Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  I  freely  forgive!"      * 

10  How  sweet  was  that  moment  he  bade  me  re- 

joice! 
His  smile,    O  how  pleasant!      How  cheering  his 

voice! 
I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
I  shouted,  Salvation!  and  glory  to  God! 

11  I'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above; 
My  soul's  full  of  glory,  of  light,  peace,  and  love! 
I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayer,  and  the  tears 
Of  that  loving  Stranger,  who  banished  my  fears! 

12  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around, 
Yvhen    Gabriel   descending    the    trumpet  shall 

sound; 
My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  shall  rise 
To  gaze  on  the  Stranger,  with  unclouded  eyes! 

101.   Memento  to  the  departed  Bishop  Emory. 
"Know  ye    not  that  a    prince  and  a   great    man 
this  day  is  fallen  in  Israel?" 
1     A     WARRIOR  fallen!  a  warrior    fallen! 
But  why  the  fearful  wail 
That  strikes  o'er  Israel's  hills  and  hosts, 

Her  mightiest  heroes  pale? 
Firm  to  the  last!     While  battle  pour'd 
Jler  showering  death  shots,  calm- 


t  H  T.    H  A  R  P. 127 

He  now  ungirds  the  champion's  sword, 

To  bear  the  conqueror's  palm. 
2  A  light  is  qnench'd!  a  light  is  quench'd! 

But  why  the  gloom  that  palls 
Our  temple's  golden   candlesticks'? 

The  sadness  in  our  halls? — 
Bright  to  the  last! — a   radiance  given, 

Along  our  sky  he  shone; 
Alight  on  earth,  a  star  in  heaven, 

A  lamp  before  the  throne. 

102.    There1  s  no  place  like  Home. 

1  "VTES,  there's  one  place  like  home,  'tis  at 

God's  holy  shrine, 
Where  high  thoughts  are  kindled,  and  feeling? 

divine: 
Where  the  anthems  of  praise  so  melodious  roll, 
There's  the  home  of  devotion — the  home  of  the 

soul. 

2  As  weary  and  sad,  through  this  lone  "vale  of 

tears," 
Our  steps  we  pursue,  fill'd  with  doubts  and  with 

fears  ; 
How  the  spirit's  sweet  breathings  calm  peace  can 

impart, 
In  this  home  of  devotion — this  home  of  the  heart. 

3  Though  darkness  and  gloom  overshadow  our 

path, 
And  the  world's  blighting  tempest  comes  on  in 


128  THE    HARP. 

Yet  on  Jesus'  kind  breast  we  repose  all  our  care, 
In  this  home  of  devotion — this  sweet  home   of 
prayer. 

4  As  the  Sabbath's    calm  hours  we   delightfully 

spend, 
In  holding  high  converse  with  Jesus,  our  friend; 
Though  often  our  thoughts  to  our  absent  friends 

roam, 
Yet  we  feel  that  God's  house  is  the  Christian's 

own  home. 

5  And  trusting  in  Jesus,  almighty  to  save, 

We  rob  death  of  its  sting — of  its  vict'ry  the  grave; 
All  honor,  and  glory,  and  praise  shall  be  given, 
While  we  swell  the  full  song  in  that  better  homo 
— heaven. 


i 


103.   What  is  Prayer? 


BY    J.    MONTGOMERY. 

►RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Utter'd  or  unexpress'd — 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  on  the  breast. 


2  Prayer  is  the  burthen  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  t?ar, 
The  upward  glancing  of  the  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

8  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech, 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 


THE     HARP.  1 29 

Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach, 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air — 
His  watch-word  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  by  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways — 
"While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say,  behold  he  prays. 

6  O  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Light,  the  Truth,  the  way— 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod — 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

104.    The  Saint  entering  Paradise. 

BY  REV.    S.  MATTISON. 

1  TTAIL  ye  hosts  of  seraphs  bright! 
I  come  to  join  your  symphony, 
Forever  here  to  feel  delight, 

In  your  melodious  company. 
My  cares  have  ceas'd,  my  pangs  are  o'er — 
I  now  have  reach'd  the  blissful  shore, 
And  floods  of  light  begin  to  roll, 
And  burst  upon  my  ravish'd  soul. 
Chorus. 
O  sound  his  praise,  ye  heavenly  choir, 
Who  pluck'd  me  from  the  flaming  fire. 


f  30  THE    HARP 


2  Now  ye  fading  things  of  time, 

No  more  your  false  attraction, 
Shall  move  this  peaceful  heart  of  mine- 

My  joys  are  everlasting. 
Lonir,  I  withstood  the  powers  of  hell, 
And  Jesnfl  was  my  glorious  shield  — 
Now  I've  got  through  the  wilderness, 
And  glory  to  my  Gieat  High  Priest. 
Chorus. 

3  Jesus  looks  with  smiles  of  love, 

And  angels  bid  me  welcome  ; 
The  patriarchs  and  prophets  old, 

Reach  out  the  hand  of  friendship. 
My  Christian  neighbors  here  I  rind, 
My  kindred  and  my  dearest  friends — 
The  song  of  Moses,  now  I  join, 
And  heaven  and  glory,  all  are  mine. 
Chorus. 

4  Now  I  see  my  God  and  King, 

With  grateful  admiration  ; 
His  ways,  his  works,  his  name  I  sing, 

Jn  flaming  adorafien. 
His  everlasting  glories  shine, 
Infusing  love,  and  joy  sublime; 
To  millions  in  those  happy  climes, 
And  heaven  and  glory,  all  are  mine. 
Chorus. 

5  Its  through  the  boundless  fields  of  light, 

My  mind  is  lost  to  ponder ; 


THE    HAK?.  131 

I  sail  through  seas  of  glory  bright, 
O,  glorious  scenes,  O  wonder! 
Angelic  notes  in  highest  sirains, 
And  holy  saints  his  love  proclaims  ; 
Loud  acclamations  to  his  name, 
Are  thunder'd  over  the  heavenly  plains. 
Chorus. 

105.    The  Gospel's  Beauties. 

1  T/S^ELL?    blessed  Savior,  call'st  thou  me, 

To  preach  thy  olorious  gospel, 
O,  what  beauties  now  I  see, 

In  the  glorious  gospel. 
Food  for  the  hungry,  drink  for  the  dry, 
Mansions  for  us  to  dwell  on  high, 
Without  the  gospel,  souls  must  die. 
O  how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 

2  Well,  blessed  master.  I  will  go, 

And  preach  thy  glorious  gospel ; 
Nothing  but  Jesus  will  I  know, 

In  the  glorious  gospel. 
In  the  gospel  we  behold, 
Mansions  of  love  rnoro  pure  than  gojd — 
Glories  above  it  does  unfold, 

O  how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 

3  Riches  unto  the  poor  we  find, 

Are  given  by  the  gospel ; 
Honor  and  pleasures  of  the  mind, 
Arc  treasures  of  the  gospei. 


132  THE     WARP 


The  gospel  exalts  the  Lord  on  high, 
The  gospel  prepares  us  all  to  die; 
Those  that  believe  it  dwell  on  high, 
O  how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 

4  Health  for  the  sick  is  given  free, 

By  the  gracious  gospel; 
Naked  souls  may  clothed  be, 

By  the  glorious  gospel. 
By  faith  in  Jesus  crucified, 
Souls  with  love  are  well  supplied. 
The  Holy  Ghost  becomes  our  guide: 
O  how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 

5  For  the  soul  there's  a  hiding  place, 

In  the  glorious  gospel; 
And  the  Savior  shows  his  face; 

In  the  glorious  gospel. 
Smiling  upon  the  needy  soul, 
The  broken  hearted  he'll  make  whole; 
Saints  sound  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 
O  how  sweet  is  the  gospel. 

6  There's  bounty  for  soldier's  armor  bright, 

Given  by  the  gospel; 
Those  that  believe  it  all  must  fight, 

Valiantly  for  the  gospel. 
Then  glorious  crowns  we  shall  receive, 
Forever  in  Christ's  Kingdom  live — » 
Oh,  dying  sinners  corne,  believe, 

And  prove  how  sweet  is  the  gospel, 


THE    HARP,  133 


F 


106.     Battle  Lament  for  the  Rev.  Dr.  Fish, 

President  of  the  Wesleyan  University,   Middle- 
town,  Conn. 

BY  JOHN  N.  MAFFIT. 

IALLEN— on  Zion's  battle  hill, 
A  soldier  of  renown, 
Armed  in  the  panoply  of  God, 

In  conflict  cloven  down; 
His  helmet  on,  his  armor  bright, 

His  cheek  unblenched  with  fear — 
While  round  his  head  there  gleamed  a  light 

His  dying  hour  to  cheer. 


2  Fallen — while  cheering  with  his  voice 

The  sacramental  host, 
With  banner  floating  on  the  air — 

Death  found  him  at  his  post; 
In  life's  high  prime  his  warfare  closed; 

But  not  ingloriously, 
He  fell  beyond  the  outer  wall, 

And  shouted  victory! 

3  Fallen — a  holy  man  of  God, 

An  Israelite  indeed, 
A  standard-bearer  of  the  cross, 

Mighty  in  word  and  deed — 
A  master-spirit  of  the  age, 

A  bright  and  burning  light, 
Whose  beams  across  the  firmament 

Scattered  the  clouds  of  night. 


134  THE    HARP 


4  Fallen — as  sets  the  sun  at  eve 

To  rise  in  splendor  where 
His  kindred  luminaries  shine, 

Their  heaven  of  bliss  to  share; 
Beyond  the  stormy  banle-field 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  now, 
Sweeping  a  harp  of  wondrous  song 

With  glory  on  hi.s  brow! 

107.    The  Stranger  and  his  Friend. 

BY    JAMES    MONTGOMERY.  —  Mall.    XXV,   35 — 40. 

1  4    POOR  wayfaring  man  of  grief 

Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay. 
I  had  not  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came, 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love — I  know  not  why. 

2  Once  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 

He  enter'd,  not  a  word  he  spake; 
Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread  : 

I  gave  him  all;  he  bless'd  it,  brake, 
And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again: 
Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then, 
And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 
The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

3  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock,  his  strength  was  gone; 
The  heedless  water  mocl.'d  his  thirst, 


THE    HARP. 


He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on: 
I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up, 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup, 
Dipt,  and  returned  it  running  o'er, 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'Twas  night,  the  floods  were  out,  it  blew 

A  winter  hurricane  aloof; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof; 
I  warm'd,  I  cloth'd,  I  cheer'd  my  guest, 
I  laid  him  on  my  couch  to  rest, 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dream'd. 

5  Stript,  wounded,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  highway  side; 
I  rous'd  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Reviv'd  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment;  he  was  heaPd; 
— I  had,  myseif,  a  wound  conceal'd, 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next — condemn'd 

To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn: 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemm'd, 

And  honor'd  him  'midst  shame  and  scorn. 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  ask'd — if  I  for  him  would  die? 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  run  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "I  will," 


136  THE    HARP. 


7  Then  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 

The  stranger  darted  from  disguise: 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew; 

My  Saviour  stood  before  mine  eyes! 

He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  nam'd — 

"Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  asham'd; 

These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be; 

Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  me." 

108.  A  Thought  suggested  by  the  New 
Year. 

BY     CAMPBELL. 

1  HPHE  more  we  live,  more  brief  appear 

Our  life's  succeeding  stages: 
A  day  to  childhood  seems  a  year, 
And  years  like  passing  ages. 

2  The  gladsome  current  of  our  youth, 

Ere  passion  yet  disorders, 
Steals  ling'ring,  like  a  river  smooth 
Along  its  grassy  borders. 

3  But,  as  the  care-worn  cheek  grows  wan, 

And  sorrow's  shafts  fly  thicker, 
Ye  stars  that  measure  life  to  man! 
Why  seem  your  courses  quicker? 

4  When  joys  have  lost  their  bloom  and  breath, 

And  life  itself  is  vapid, 
Why,  as  we  reach  the  Falls  of  Death, 
Feel  we  its  tide  more  rapid? 


THE    HARP 


137 


5  It  may  be  strange — yet  who  would  change 
Time's  course  to  slower  speeding! 
When  one  by  one  our  friends  have  gone, 
And  left  our  bosoms  bleeding. 

C  Heaven  gives  our  years  of  fading  strength 
Indemnifying  fleetness; 
And  those  of  youth,  a  seeming  length 
Proportioned  to  their  sweetness. 

109.     Jerusalem. 

BY    BISHOP    HEBER. 

1  "JERUSALEM,  Jerusalem!  enthroned  once 
on  high, 

Thou  favored  home  of  God  on  earth,  thou  heav- 
en below  the  sky! 

Now  brought  to  bondage  with  thy  sons,  a  curse 
and  grief  to  6ee, 

Jerusalem,  Jerusalem!  our  tears  shall  flow  for 
thee. 

-2  Oh!  hadst  thou  known  thy  day  of  grace,  and 

flocked  beneath  the  wing 
Of  him    who    called  thee  lovingly — thine    own 

anointed  King, 
Then  had  the  tribes  of  all  the  world  gone  up  thy 

pomp  to  see, 
And  glory  dwelt  within  thy  gates,  and  all  thy 

sons  be  free! 

.3  "And  who  art  thou  that  mournest  me?"  replied 
the  ruin  gray, 


138  THE    HARP 


"And  fear'st  not  rather  that  thyself  may  prove  a 

cast  away? 
I  am  a  dried  and  abject  branch,  my  place  is  given 

to  thee; 
But  wo  to  every  barren  graft  of  thy  wild  olive 

tree! 

4  "Our  day  of  grace  is  sunk  in  night,  our  time 

of  mercy  spent, 
For  heavy  was  my  children's  crime,  and  strange 

their  punishment; 
Yet  gaze  not  idiy  on  our  fall,  but  sinner,  warned 

be, 
Who  spared  not  his  chosen  seed,  may  send  his 

wraih  on  thee! 

5  "Our  day  of  grace  is  sunk  in  night,  thy  noon 

is  in  its  prime; 

Oh!  turn  and  seek  thy  Saviour's  face  in  this  ac- 
cepted time! 

So,  Gentile,  may  Jerusalem  a  lesson  prove  to 
thee, 

And  in  the  New  Jerusalem  thy  home  forever  be!" 

110.     Art  thou  a  Christian? 
1     {&RT  thou  a   Christian?     Dost    thou  say 
%fM-         thou  art] 

High  is  thy  destination,  O,  act  well  thy  part; 
To  be  Christ-like,  to  follow  thy  great  head, 
In  all  things  hear  his  voice,  and  by  that  voice 
be  led; 


T  H  E    H  A  R  P  .  139 

Though  at  its  requisitions  shrinking-  nature  trem- 
ble, 
Still  follow  on,  in  all  things  Christ  resemble. 

2  Art  thou  a  Christian?     Is  the  moving  cause, 
The   spring  of  all  thy  actions,  love?     Does  its 

pure  laws 
Constrain  thy  every  power,  thy  heart,  strength, 

mind? 
Does  its  o'erflowings  reach  to  all  mankind, 
And  sit  upon   thy  lip,  and  in  thy  bosom  tremble? 
In  burning  love  to  souls,   thy  Christ  resemble. 

3  Art  thou  a  Christian?     Does  joy  light  thine 

eye? 
Has  faith's  bright  day-star  lit  thy   once  dark 

sky? 
And  does  thy  hidden  life  thus  brought  to  light, 
Wake  transports  of  unspeakable  delight? 
Joy  on  in  hope,  its  beams  still  o'er  thee  tremble; 
"Let  thy  light  shine,"  and  thus  thy  Christ  re- 
semble. 

4  Art  thou  a  Christian?   Does  peace  soothe  thy 

breast? 

Where  once  disquiet  dwelt,  is  all  at  rest? 

At  peace  with  God,  through  Jesus  justified? 

At  peace  with  all  for  whom  thy  Saviour  died? 
O!  spread  its  influence,  till  dire  discord  tremble; 
In  fruitfulness  of  peace  thy  Christ  resemble. 

5  Art  thou  a  Christian?     Is  thy  spirit  vex'd 
By  sin's  unhallow'd  wiles?  tired  and  perplex'd 


140  THE    HARP 


Do  seeming  friends  unite  with  angry  foes, 
And  powers  of  darkness  join  to  discompose? 

Retain  thy  quiet — yet  thou  need'st  not  tremble; 

Be  firm,  thy  all  long-suffering  Christ  resemble. 

6  Art  thou  a  Christian?     Does    a    luring  spell, 
A  concentrated  halo,  round  thee  dwell? 
Where  all  the  Christ-like  graces  so  combine, 
As  speaks  thy  high  relationship  divine? 

That  as  a  holy  charm  bids  wandering  gazers 
tremble? 

Gentle,  and  good,  and  meek,  thy  Christ  resem- 
ble. 

7  Art  thou  a  Christian?  then  thy  noble  birth 
Secures  thy  rest,  beyond  the  scenes    of  earth; 
Faith  points  thy  lifted  gaze  beyond  the  skies, 
Where  thy  inheritance  in  splendor  lies; 

And  when  on  homeward  wing,  thou  need'st  not 
tremble; 

Christ  has  gone  upward,  thus  thy  Christ  resem- 
ble. 

8  Art  thou  a  Christian?  Glorious,  blissful  state, 
Eye  hath  not  seen,  ear  heard,  or  thought   con- 
ceived how  great 

The  bliss  of  those  who  bear  the  seal  impress'd, 
The  imprint  of  the  heavenly  on  their  breast; 
What  they  shall  be  on  mortal  lip  ne'er  trembled, 
^Vhen  made*  like  Him  whom  they  on  earth  re- 
sembled. 


THE    n  A  R  P  .  141 


111.    Tke  Hope— the  Star— the    Voice. 

1  npHERE  is  a  hope— a  blessed  hope- 

More  precious  and  more  bright* 
Than  all  the  joyless  mockery 
The  world  esteems  delight. 

2  There  is  a  star — a  lovely  star — 

That  lights  the  darkest  gloom, 
And  sheds  a  peaceful  radiance  o'er 
The  prospects  of  the  tomb. 

3  There  is  a  voice — a  cheering  voice* 

That  lifts  the  soul  above, 
Dispels  distrustful,  anxious  doubt, 
And  whispers — "God  is  love!" 

4  That  voice  is  heard  from  Calvary's  height, 

And  speaks  the  soul  forgiven — 
That  star  is  revelation's  light- 
That  hope,  the  hope  of  heaven. 

112.  Freedom   of  Will 

1  TZ"  NOW  then  that  every  soul  is  free, 

To  chase  his  life  and  what  he'll  be; 
For  this  eternal  truth  hath  given, 
That  God  will  force  no  man  to  heaven. 

2  He'll  draw,  persuade,  direct  him  right, 
Bless  him  with  wisdom,  love  and  lightj 
In  nameless  ways  be  good  and  kind, 
But  never  force  the  human  mind. 

3  Freedom  and  reason  makes  us  men; 
Take  these  away,  what  are  we  then  1 


142 THE    HART. 

Mere  animals,  and  just  as  well 

The  beasts  may  think  of  heaven  or  hell. 

4  'Tis  my  free  will  for  to 

'Tis  God's  free  will  me  ro  receive, 
To  stubborn  willers,  this  I'll  tell, 
'Tis  all  free  grace,  and  a!!  free  will. 

5  Those  who  despjse,  grow  harder  still; 

Those  wlio  adhere,  he  '.urns  their  will, 
And  thus  despisers  sink  to  hell, 
While  those  who  hear  in  glory  dwell. 

113.   Joseph  and  his  Brethren. 

1  "V^HEN  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld 

Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  filled, 
From  weeping  he  could  not  forbear. 
Awhile,  his  behavior  was  rough* 
To  bring  their  past  sin    to  their  mind; 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 
He  hasten'd  to  show  himself  kind. 

2  How  little  they  thought  it  was  he 
Wtiora  they  had  ill  treated  and  sold: 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be, 
As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told. 

I  am  Joseph,   your  brother,  he  said; 
And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear: 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 
But  God  for  your  sakes  sent  rae  here. 


T  H  E    II  A  R  P  .  143 


3  Though  greatly  distressed  before, 
When  charged  with  purloining  the  cup, 
They  now  were  confounded  much  more, 
Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up. 

Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slain, 
Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did? 
Arid  will  he  our  household  maintain? 
Oh,  this  is  a  brother  indeed! 

4  Thus  drngg'd  by  my  conscience,  I  came 
All  loaded  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord, 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 
Unable  to  utter  a  word. 

At  first,  he  looked  stern  and  severe; 
What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart, 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 
The  sentence,  "Thou  cursed,  depart." 

5  But  ah,  what  surprise  when  he  spoke, 
While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face, 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 
O'ervvhelmed  and  confounded  by  grace. 
Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well, 

By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain; 
But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 
And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

6  I  am  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphem'd, 
And  crucified  often  afresh; 

But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd 
Thy  brother,  thy  bone,  and  thy  flesh. 


144 THE    HARP. 

My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 
Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply, 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 
And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high. 

7  Now  publish  to  sinners  around, 
That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 
The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 
And  tell  that  still  there  is  room. 
Oh  sinner,  the  message  obey, 
No  more  vain  excuses  pretend, 
But  come  without  further  delay 
To  Jesus,  our  brother  and  friend. 

114.   Glory  to  Immanuel. 
1  TXAIL!  God  the  Father,  glorious  light, 
Hail!  God  the  Son,  my  soul's  delighv 
Hail!  Holy  Ghost,  Eternal  Three, 
One  God  to  all  eternity.     ' 
Ye  glittering  orbs  around  the  skies, 
Who  speak  his  glories  in  disguise, 
Your  silent  language  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 
Tall  mountains  that  becloud  the  skies, 
With  all  tne  hilla  that  round  you  rise, 
While  time  endures,  you  ne'er  can  tell 


2  Ye  trembling  seas  with  dismal  roar, 
Whose  billows  roll  from  shore  to  shore, 
Your  thund'ring  language  ne'er  can  tell 


THE    HARP.  145 

The  power  of  Immanuel. 

Ye  worlds  on  worlds,  with  all  your  throng, 

Through  every  clime  extend  the  song; 

He  saved  us  from  a  gaping  hell, 

Yes,  glory  to  Immanuel. 

Behold  him  leave  the  Father's  throne, 

Behold  him  bleeding,  hear  him  groan; 

Death's  iron  chain  would  fail  to  tell 

The  strength  of  King  Immanuel. 

3  Behold  him  take  his  ancient  seat 
With  millions  bowing  at  his  feet; 
He's  conquered  all  the  hosts  of  hell, 
Yes,  glory  to    Immanuel. 

His  fame  shall  spread  from  pole  to  pole, 
While  glory  rolls  from  soul  to  soul, 
The  gospel  word  goes  far  to  tel^- 
The  love  of  King  Immanuel. 
While  I  am  singing  of  his  name, 
My  soul  begins  to  feel  the  flame, 
I'm  full,  I'm  full,  but  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  of  Immanuel. 

4  I  soon  shall  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 
And  see  his  glories  blaze  around, 
Then  will  I  shout,  and  sing,  and  tell 
Redemption  through  Immanuel. 
Ten  thousand,  thousand,  in  a  throng, 
Ten  thousand,  thousand,  join  the  song, 
He  saved  us  from  a  gaping  hell, 

O!  glory  to  Immanuel. 


146  THE     HARP. 

My  soul's  transported  with  his  charms, 
I  long  to  lie  in  Jesus'  arms: 
My  loving  brethren,  all  farewell, 
I  go  to  meet  Immanuel. 

115.  Fellowship  with  God. 

1  "piROM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 

And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
Arise  my  "soul,  and  strive  to  gain, 
Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 

2  Say  what  is  there  beneath  the  skies, 

In  all  the  paths  thou'st  trod, 

Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 

Like  fellowship  with  God. 

3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 

Nor  pleasure's  flow'ry  road, 
Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  When  I  am  made  in  love  to  bear 

Affliction's  needful  rod, 
Light — sweet  and  kind  the  strokes  appear, 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

5  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blasts, 

When  dangerous  is  the  road, 
I'm  happy  if  I  can  but  taste 
Sweet  fellowship  with  God. 

6  So  when  the  icy  hand  of  death, 

Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 
With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath, 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 


THEHARP.  147 


116.    Experience. 

1  "VTE  brave  and  bold,  ye  brisk  and  dull, 

Come  listen  to  my  story; 
I'll  tell  you  things  that  I  have  seen, 

Surpassing  all  vain  glory: 
When  I  was  young  and  brisk  and  gay, 

My  heart  was  set  on  pleasure, 
And  in  the  wandering  paths  of  youth, 

I  thought  to  find  a  treasure. 

2  But  One  that  dwelt  above  the  sky, 

Told  me  I  was  mistaken; 
And  if  by  him  in  whom  I  lived, 

I  once  should  be  forsaken, 
No  pleasure  more  I'd  ever  know, 

But  soon  would  be  neglected 
By  all  my  earthly  friends  below, 

By  heaven  I'd  be  rejected. 

3  God's  law,  a  bold  demand  did  make, 

Which  I  as  firm  refused, 
Declaring  if  I  must  comply, 

I  grossly  was  abused. 
No  men  I've  kill'd,  no  life  destroyed, 

Or  any  widow  robbed; 
But  still  I  gloomy  felt  within* 

My  spirit  sighed  and  sobbed. 

4  I  was  brought  up  before  the  bar* 

My  sins  were  all  arraigned, 
Then  they  were  all  made  plain  to  me, 


148  THE    HARP 


My  countenance  was  changed. 
Hell  was  my  lot,  I  plainly  saw, 

If  I  had  not  remission, 
And  just  'twould  be  if  God  should  leave 

Me  in  this  sad  condition. 

5  Then  he  reveal'd  his  love  to  me, 

Sweeter  than  Sampson's  honey, 
I  had  my  fill  both  night  and  day, 

For  neither  price  nor  money. 
Sure  then,  said  I,  if  such  a  wretch 

Has  in  the  Lord  found  favor, 
Surely  there's  room  for  all  mankind, 

In  my  capacious  Saviour. 

117.   Seeing  God. 

1  rpHROUGH  all  the  world  below, 

God  we  see,  all  around; 
Search  hills  and  vallies  through, 

There  he's  found. 
The  growing  of  the  corn, 
The  lilly  and  the  thorn, 
The  pleasant  and  forlorn 
All  declare,  God  is  there; 
In  rivers  drest  in  green, 
There  he's  seen. 

2  See  springing  waters  rise, 
Fountains  flow,  rivers  run, 
The  mist  beclouds  the  ekie*, 

Hides  the  sun: 


THE    HARP.  149 

Then  down  the  rain  doth  pour, 
The  ocean,  it  doth  roar, 
And  beat  upon  the  shore, 
All  to  praise,  in  their  lays, 
A  God  who  ne'er  declines 
His  designs. 

3  The  sun,  with  all  his  rays, 
Speaks  of  God  as  he  flies, 
The  comet,  with  her  blaze, 

God,  she  cries. 
The  shining  of  the  stars, 
The  moon,  when  it  appears, 
His  dreadful  name  declares, 
As  they  fly  through  the  sky, 
While  shades  of  silent  sound 

Join  the  round. 

4  Then  let  my  station  be 
Here  in  life,  where  J  see 
The  Sacred  One  in  Three 

All  agree. 
In  all  the  works  he's  made, 
The  forest  and  the  glade, 
Nor  let  me  be  afraid, 
Though  I  dwell  in  a  hell; 
Since  natuie's  works  declare 

God  is  there. 

Second  Part. 
1  When  God  did  Moses  show 
Glories  more  than  Peru, 


150  THE    HARP. 

His  face  alone  withdrew 

From  his  yiew. 
Mount  Sinai  is  the  place 
Where  God  did  show  his  grace, 
While  Moses  sang  his  praise; 
See  him  rise  through   the  skies, 
And  view  old  Canaan's  ground 

All  around. 

2  Elijah's  servant  hears 
From  the  hill,  and  declares 
A  little  cloud  appears; 

Dry  your  tears; 
Our  Lord  transfigured  is, 
With  the  two  saints  of  his, 
As  say  the  witnesses, 
See  him  shine,  all  divine, 
While  Olive's  mount  is  blest, 

With  the  rest. 

3  Not  India  full  of  gold, 
With  Peru,  we  are  told, 
Nor  seraphs  strong  and  bold, 

Can  unfold 
The  mountain  Calvary, 
Where  Christ  our  Lord  did  die; 
Hark,  hear  the  God-man  cry; 
Mountains  quake,  heavens  shake, 
-    While  God,  their  author's  ghost 

Left  the  coast. 


THE     HARP.  151 


4  And  now  on  Calvary 
We  may  stand,  and  espy 
Beyond  this  lower  sky, 

Far  on  high, 
Mount  Sion's  spicy  hill, 
Where  saints  and  angels  dwell, 
And  hear  them  sing,  and  tell 
Of  their  Lord,  with-accord, 
And  join  in  Moses'  song, 

Heart  and  tongue. 

5  Since  hills  are  honor'd  thus 
By  our  Lord,  in  his  course, 
Let  them  not  be  by  us 

Call'd  accurs'd: 
Forbid  it,  mighty  King; 
But  rather  let  us  sing 
Till  hills  and  vallies  ring, 
Echo  fly,  through  the  sky, 
And  heaven  hear  the  sound 

From  the  ground. 

118.    Christian  Aspiration. 
A  H,  give  me,  Lord,  my  sins  to  mourn, 
My  sins  which  have  thy  body  torn; 
Give  me  with  broken  heart  to  see 
Thy  last  tremendous  agony, 
i  O,  could  I  gain  the  mountain's  height, 
And  gaze  upon  that  wondrous  sight; 
O,  that  like  Salem's  daughters  I 
Could  stand  and  see  my  Saviour  die. 


152  THE    HARP 


3  I'd  smite  upon  my  breast,  and  mourn, 
And  never  from   his  cross  return; 

I'd  weep  o'er  an  expiring  God, 
And  mix  my  tears  with  Jesus'  blood. 

4  One  precious  draft,  Lord  Jesus  grant, 
One  precious  drop  is  all  I  want; 
One  precious  drop  of  thy  rich  blood, 
Will  make  me  cry,  my  Lord,  my  God. 

5  Then  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt, 
If  thou  would'st  ease  me  of  my  guilt, 
Good  Lord,  in  mercy  hear  my  cry, 
And  give  me  Jesus,  or  I  die. 

119.  Remember  now  thy  Creator. 

1  I3EMEMBER,  sinful  youth, 

You  must  die;  you  must  die: 
Remember,  sinful  youth,  you  must  die. 
Remember,  sinful  youth, 
Who  hate  the  ways  of  truth, 
And  in  your  follies  boast, 

You  must  die;  you  must  die: 
And  in  your  follies  boast, 
You  must  die! 

2  Uucertain  are  your  days 

Here  below,  here  below: 
Uncertain  are  your  days  here  below. 
Uncertain  are  your  days, 
For  God  has  many  ways 


THE    HARP.  153 

To  bring  you  to  your  graves, 

Here  below,  here  below: 
To  bring  you  to  your  graves, 
Here  below. 

3  To  a  dreadful  judgment  day, 

You  are  bound,  you  are  bound: 
To  a  dreadful  judgment  day,  you  are  bound. 
To  a  dreadful  judgment  day, 
Be  your  thoughts  whate'er  they  may, 
Nor  can  you  it  delay, 

Yo«*-are  bound,  you  are  bound; 
Nor  can  you  it  delay, 
You  are  bound. 

4  The  God  who  built  the  skies, 

Great  I  Am,  Great  1  Am; 
The  God  who  built  the  skies,  Great  I  Ant. 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
Has  said,  and  cannot  lie, 
Impenitents  must  die 

And  be  damn'd,  and  be  darnn'd; 
Impenitents  must  die 
And  be  damn'd. 

5  Then,  Oh,  my  friends,  don't  you, 

I  entreat,  I  entreat; 
Then,  Oh,  my  friends,  don't  you,  I  entreat; 
Then,  Oh,  my  friends,  don't  you 
Your  carnal  ways  pursue, 
¥our  precious  souls  undo. 


154  THE     HARP. 

I  entreat,  I  entreat: 
Your  precious  souls  undo, 
I  entreat. 
6  Unto  the  SaviouT  flee, 

'Scape  for  life,  'scape  for  life; 
Unto  the  Saviour  floe,  'scape  for  life: 
Unto  the  Savior  flee, 
Lest  death  eternal,  be 
Your  final  destiny; 

•Scape  for  life,  'scape  for  life; 
Your  final    destiny; 

'Scape  for  life. 

120.  Pray  for  your  Minister. 

1  TESUS,  in  truth  and  pow'r  divine, 

Send  forth  this  messenger  of  thine; 
His  soul  incline,  his  heart  inspire, 
And  touch  his  lips  with  holy  fire. 

2  Be  thou  his  mouth  and  wisdom,  Lord, 

And  through  him  speak  the  sov'reign  word, 
That  careless  sinners  may  awake, 
Their  danger  see,  their  sins  forsake. 

3  To  those  who  feel  their  wretched  case, 

Aid  him  to  preach  the  word  of  grace; 
Sweetly  their  yielding  bosoms  move, 
And  meet  them  with  the  fire  of  love. 
3  Let  all  with  lhankfnl  hearts  confess 
Thy  welcome  messenger  of  peace; 
Thy  pow'r  in  his  report  be  found, 
And  let  thy  feet  behind  him  sound. 


THE    HAR?,  155 

121.   A  Friend  Indeed. 
i  g~\NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Who  deserves  the  name  of  friend: 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 
Those  who  do  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love. 

2  Which,  of  earthly  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood! 
But,  Messiah  died  to  save  us, 
And  to  reconcile  to  God. 

•Phis  is^boundless  love,  indeed, 
Jesue  is  a  friend  in  need. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth,  abased, 

Friend  of  sinners,  was  his  name: 
Now,  above  all  creatures  raised, 
Now,  as  yesterday,  the  same. 

Still  he  calls,  Come  unto  me; 

And  to  all  his  grace  is   free. 

122.   My  Hope- My  All. 

1  1VFY  hope,  my  all,  my  Savior  there, 

To  thee,  to!  now  my  soul  1  bow; 
I  feel  the  bliss  thy  wounds  impart, 
I  find  the  Savior  in  my  heart. 

2  Be  thou  my  strength,  be  thou  my  way, 
Protect  me  through  my  life's  short  day; 
In  all  my  acts  may  wisdom  guide, 
And  keep  my  Savior  near  thy  side. 


156  THE    HARP. 

3  Correct,  reprove,  and  comfort  me, 
As  I  have  need;  my  Savior  be — 
And  if  I  would  from  thee  depart, 
Then  clasp  me,  Savior,  to  thy  heart. 

4  In  fierce  temptation's  darkest  hour, 
Save  me  from  sin,  and  Satan's  power; 
Tear  every  idol  from  thy  throne, 

And  reign,  my  Savior,  reign  alone. 

5  My  suff'ring  time  will  soon  he  o'er, 
Then  shall  I  sigh,  and  weep  no  more; 
My  ransom'd  soul  shall  soar  away, 
To  sing  thy  praise  in  endless  day. 

123.   Give  to  Jesus,  Glory. 
3     A    FEW  more  days  of  pain  and  wo> 
A  A  few  more  suff'ring  scenes  below> 
And  then,  to  Jesus  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow; 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

2  That  awful  trumpet,  sooa  will  sound, 

And  shake  the  vast  creation  round, 
To  call  the  nations  from  the  ground: 
While  all  the  saints,  in  glory  crown'd, 
Shall  give  to  Jesus,  glory. 

3  Ten  thousand  thunders  then  will  roll, 

And  rend  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole; 
How  dreadful  to  the  guilty  soul — 
Yet  nothing  shall  the  saints  control, 
They'll  give  to  Jesus,  glory* 


THE    HARP.  157 


4  There  tears  shall  all  be  wiped  away, 

And  Christians  never  go  astray; 
Wh^n  we  are  freed  from  cumb'rous  clay, 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  in  endless  day, 
And  give  to  Jesus,  glory. 

5  Come  parents,  children,  bond  or  free, 

Come,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me, 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see, 
And  shout  with  me  eternal!}'-, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory? 

6  My  soul  feels  happy,  while  I  sing; 

I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing; 
I'll  shout  salvation  to  my  King, 
Till  I  to  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

124.   Ho,  Every  one  that  Thirsts, 

1  TESUS  came  into  the  world, 

And  suffer'd  to  redeem  us; 
Then  ascended  up  on  high, 
And  sent  his  grace  to  save  us. 

CHORUS. 

Ho!  every  one  that  thirsts, 

Come  ye  to  the  waters; 
Freeh/  drink  and  quench  your  thirsts, 

With  Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 

2  Come,  all  ye  mourning,  weeping  souls, 

Who  long  to  be  forgiven; 
We  bring  glad  tidings  unto  you, 
From  the  high  court  of  heaven. 


158  THE    HARP, 


3  There  is  a  fountain  open  wide, 

For  sin  and  all  uncleanness; 
Streaming  from  the  Saviour's  side, 
It  flows  in  Gospel  freeness. 

4  O,  seek  the  circumcising  grace, 

Be  wise,  and  don't  refuse  it; 
For  if  you  seek  your  lives  to  save, 
You  may  be  sure  to  lose  them. 

5  The  cross  of  Christ  you  must  take  up, 

Fearless  of  persecution; 
Or  groan,  you  must,  when  time  shall  end, 
In  darkness  and  confusion. 

6  Shall  unbelief  debar  you  from 

The  knowledge  of  the  Saviour? 
Believe,  and  you'll  be  justified; 
Believe,  and  live  forever. 

125.   Hastening  to  Dust. 
1    Y\7"E  are  hastening  on,  we  are  hastening  on, 
To  the  sleep  of  the  years,  that  are  van- 

ish'd  and  gone; 
To  the  voiceless  chambers  that  lie  beneath, 
To  the  silent  halls  of  darkness  and  death, 
Through  life's  chequer'd  mazes  of  joy  and  wo, 
Through  the  grief  and  the  gloom  of  this  vale  below 
With  the  fair,  and  the  brave,  and  the  proud  and 

the  just, 
We  are  hastening  to  duet,  we  are  hastening  to 

dust. 


THE    HARP.  159 

2  Ye  beautiful  throng  of  the  bright  and  fair, 
With  your  locks  of  glossy  and  golden  hair; 
With  your  sparkling  eyes,  and  their  rays  divine, 
That  languishing  beam,  or  brilliantly  shine, 
With  your  forms  that  before  and  around  us  sweep, 
Like  the    phantoms   that  float  in  the  realms  of 

sleep, 
Midst  hope  and  joy,  and  faith  and  trust; 
Ye  are  hastening  to  dust,  ye  are  hastening  to  dust. 

3  Ye  plum'd  band  of  the  strong  and  the  brave, 
-With  your   burnished   swords,   and    plumes  that 

wave; 
With  your  banners  that  stream  on  the  breezes 

unfurled, 
And  your  shouts  that  frighten  the  trembling  world 
With  your  bared  arms,  and  your  lifted  lance, 
And  your  blackened  brow,  and  your  fearful  glance, 
Midst  the  sabre's  stroke,  and  the  dagger's  thrust, 
Ye  are  hastening  to  dust,  ye  are  hastening  to  dust. 

4  Ye  scoffing  tribes  of  the  rich  and  the  proud, 
With  your  necks   unburnt,  and  your  knees  un- 
bowed; 

With  your  minion  train  of  the  mean  and  vile, 
That  crouch  before  you,  and  fawn  and  smile; 
With  your  spurning  foot  and   your  threatening 

eye, 
That  stagger  the  poor  as  you  pass  them  by; 
With  all  your  pomp  and  power  and  trust, 
Ye  are  hastening  to  dust,  ye  are  hastening  to  dust, 


160  THE    HARP. 

5  Ye  lovely  train  of  the  humble  and  meek, 
Who  wipe  the  tear  from  the  aged  cheek; 
With  your  smiles  that  bind  up  the  broken  in  heart, 
And  pour  in  the  balm  on  the  poison'd  dart, 
With  your  prayers  that  rise  to  the  throne  above, 
And  bring  down  the  blessings  of  peace  and  love; 
With  the  fair,  and  the  brave,  and  the  proud  and 

the  just, 
Ye  are  hastening  to  dust,  ye  are  hastening  to  dust. 

126.   Daniel  in  the  hionH s  Den. 

1  \  MONG  the  Hebrew  captives, 

One  Daniel  there  was  found, 
Whose  unexampled  piety 

Astonished  all  around. 
They  saw  him  very  pious, 

And  faithful  to  the  Lord; 
Three  times  a  day  he  bowed 

To  supplicate  his  God. 

2  Among  the  king's  high  princes 

This  Daniel  was  the  first; 
The  king  preferr'd  the  spirit 

That  Daniel  did  possess: 
His  unexampled  piety 

Sustain'd  their  jealousy; 
The  princes  sought  his  ruin; 

Obtain'd  a  firm  Decree: 

3  Should  any  man  or  woman, 

A  supplication  bring, 
For  thirty  dayg  ensuing, 


THE    HARP.  161 

But  unto  thee,  O,  King; 
To  any  lord  or  master, 

Or  any  other  man, 
They  shall,  without  distinction, 

Fall  in  the  lion's  den. 

4  But  now,  when  Daniel  heard  it, 

Unto  his  house  he  went, 
To  beg  his  God's  protection, 

It  was  his  whole  intent: 
His  windows  being  open, 

Before  the  Lord  he  bow'd: 
The  princes  were  assembled, 

And  saw  him  worship  God. 

5  They  came  to  king  Darius, 

And  spake  of  his  decree; 
Saying,  "This  Hebrew,  Daniel, 

Doth  nothing  care  for  thee; 
Before  his  God  he  boweth 

Three  times  in  every  day, 
With  all  his  windows  open, 

And  we  have  heard  him  pray." 

6  Now  when  Darius  heard  it, 

His  heart  did  sore  lament, 
He  set  his  heart  on  Daniel, 

The  sentence  to  prevent. 
The  princes  then  assembled, 

And  to  the  king  they  said; 
"Remember  your  great  honor, 

Likewise  the  law  you  made." 


162  THE    HARP. 

7  Darius  then  commanded, 

That  Daniel  should  be  brought 
And  cast  into  the  lion's  den, 

Because  the  Lord  he  sought. 
The  king  then  said  to  Daniel; 

"The  God  whom  you  adore 
Will  save  you  from  the  lions 

And  bless  you  evermore." 

8  The  king  went  to  his  palace 

And  fasted  all  the  night: 
He  neither  ate  nor  drank,  nor 

In  music  took  delight. 
So,  early  the  next  morning 

He  hasted  on  the  way, 
And  came  unto  the  lions'  den, 

Where  this  bold  Hebrew  lay. 

9  There,  with  a  voice  of  mourning, 

To  Daniel  cried  aloud, 
Saving,  "O,  Daniel,  Daniel! 

Thou  servant  of  the  Lord! 
Is  not  thy  God  sufficient 

For  to  deliver  thee? 
The  God  in  whom  thou  trustest; 

And  serve  continually?" 

10  "My  God  hath  sent  his  angels 

And  shut  the  lions'  jaw, 

So  that  they  have  not  hurt  me; 

My  innocence  they  saw." 


THE    HARP.  163 

Then  straight  the  king  commanded 

To  take  hirn  out  the  den, 
Because  in  God  he  trusted, 

No  harm  was  found  in  him. 

11  See  how  this  faithful  Daniel 

Fear'd  not  the  face  of  clay; 
Not  all  the  king's  commandments 

Could  make  him  cease  to  pray. 
He  knew  that  God  was  with  him, 

To  save  his  soul  from  death; 
He  trusted  in  Jehovah, 

And  prayed  at  every  breath. 

Second  Pari. 

1  Darius  then  commanded 

Those  wretches  to  be  brought, 
Who  had,  with  so  much  boldness, 

The  life  of  Daniel  sought. 
On  women,  men  and  children, 

The  sentence  being  pass'd, 
Among  the  angry  lions 

Those  wretches  then  were  cast. 

2  The  lions  rushed  with  vengeance 

Upon  those  guilty  men, 
And  tore  them  all  in  pieces 

Ere  to  the  bottom  came. 
Thus  God  will  save  his  children, 

Who  put  their  trust  in  him, 
And  punish  their  offenders 

With  agonies  extreme! 


164  THE    HARP 


3  Then  a  new  proclamation 

Darius  issued  forth, 
Commanding- all  the  people 

That  dwelt  upon  the  earth, 
To  fear  the  God  of  Daniel; 

For  he's  the  living-  God, 
Whose  kingdom  is  forever, 

And  cannot  be  destroyed. 

4  He  worketh  signs  and  wonders 

In  heaven  and  in  earth, 
Who  hath  delivered  Daniel 

And  shut  the  lions'  mouth; 
Who  saved  the  Hebrew  children 

When  cast  into  the  flames; 
Who  is  the  God  of  heaven, 

And  spreads  his  wide  domain. 

5  This  Daniel's  God  is  gracious 

To  all  his  children  dear, 
He  gives  them  consolation, 

And  tells  them  not  to  fear; 
He's  promis'd  to  support  them 

And  bring  them  safe  to  dwell 
Eternally  in  heaven; 

But  dooms  his  foes  to  hell. 


6  Now  sinners,  hear  the  Gospel; 
It  says  to  you,  repent: 
Come,  try  a  bleeding  Saviour; 
For  you  his  blood  was  spilt. 


THE    HARP.  165 


Who  died  to  purchase  pardon, 
That  we  might  by  his  power 

Escape  the  roaring  lions, 
Who  seek  us  to  devour. 

7  O,  will  you  be  persuaded 

By  one  that  loves  you  well, 
To  turn  and  seek  salvation, 

With  Christ  in  heaven  to  dwell* 
Come,  serve  the  God  of  Daniel; 

'Tis  Jesus  bids  you  come, 
You'll  find  a  hearty  welcome 

In  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

8  Glory  to  God;  O,  glory 

For  his  redeeming  love; 
Religion  makes  us  happy  here, 

And  will  in  heaven  above. 
We'll  sing  loud  hallelujahs, 

And  join  the  holy  song 
With  Moses,  Job  and  Daniel, 

And  all  the  heav'nly  throng. 

127.    The  worn-out  Itinerant. 

1  f\  HEAVENLY  Muse!  my  breast  inspire 

With  glowing,  bright,  poetic  flame; 
Thy  choice  assistance  I  require 
To  sing  of  him  I  now  will  name. 

2  The  vet'ran  soldier  of  the  cross, 

Woiu  out  contending  long  with  sin, 
Has  gladly  counted  all  things  lose, 
So  he  might  souls  and  glory  win. 


166  THE    HARP. 

3  He's  travell'd  through  the  western  wilds 

When  roads  and  turnpikes  were  unknown; " 
By  stars  and  trees  he's  travell'd  miles 
Fatigued,  and  hungry,  and  alone. 

4  The  cold  damp  ground  was  oft  his  bed, 

While  hungry  wolves  were  prowling  round; 
With  saddle  bags  beneath  his  head, 

(His  heart  was  light)  he  slept  profound. 

5  The  sacred  blessings  we  enjoy 

Were  purchased  by  his  arduous  toils; 
Sore  conflicts  did  his  powers  destroy, 
But  we  sit  down  and  share  the  spoils. 

6  Behold  him  now  o'ercast  with  gloom, 

Afflicted  and  infirm  with  age; 
He  served  the  Church  in  youthful  bloom, 
The  Church  should  now  his  griefs  assuage. 

7  O  God!  shall  hoary  hairs  go  down 

With  sorrow  to  the  silent  gravel 
Is  grief  the  laurel  that  shall  crown 
The  good,  the  faithful,  and  the  brave? 

8  No!  there's  a  glorious  crown  above, 

Adorn'd  with  many  a  precious  gem; 
Look  up,  dear  vet'ran,  Christ  in  love 
Holds  out  that  sparkling  diadem! 

128.   Spiritual  Gardens. 
1  ~V\,THILE  within  my  garden  roving, 
And  my  senses  all  are  fed: 
Rising  from  these  lov'd  attractions, 


THE    HARP,  167 

I'm  to  nobler  subjects  led: 

Other  gardens, 
Here,  in  musings,  oft  I  tread. 

2  First,  I  enter  Eden's  garden, 

Yielding  pain  and  profit  too; 
Adam,  here,  while  sinless  standing, 
Nought  of  fear,  or  sorrow  knew: 

But  what  changes 
Did  from  his  offence  ensue! 

3  Then  wilh  hope  and  joy  reviving, 

To  Gethsemane  I  go: 
And  approach,  in  that  dread  garden, 
Jesus  bearing  all  my  wo: 

From  his  anguish, 
All  my  ease  and  safety  flow. 

4  In  the  garden  where  they  laid  him, 

With  the  Marys,  there  I  sit; 
Weeping,  till  I  see  him  rising, 
And  embrace  his  pierced  feet: 

King  of  terrors, 
Now  I  can  thy  frowning  meet. 

5  In  the  Church,  the  Savior's  garden — 

Trees,  and  plants,  and  flowers  I  see; 
Guarded,  water'd,  train'd,  and  cherished, 
Blooming  immortality: 

A11,0  Calvary! 
All  derived  alone  from  thee, 


168  THE    HARP. 

6  But,  above  all  gardens  precioas, 

See  the  heavenly  paradise, 
There  the  tree  of  life  is  bearing; 
There  the  springs  of  glory  rise: 

And  the  richness 
Every  want  and  wish  supplies. 

7  There,  the  foot  no  thorn  e'er  pierces, 

There   the  heart  ne'er  heaves  a  sigh; 
There,  in  white,  we  walk  with  Jesus; 
All  our  loved  connections  by  : 

And  to  reach  it, 
'Tis  a  privilege  to  die! 

129.    The.  Crucified. 

BY    CHARLOTTE. 

1  T  ONG  time  I  bow'd  at  folly's  shrine, 

To  earth  my  foolish  heart  was  tied, 
Despised  the  calls  of  grace  divine, 
Nor  once  thought  of  the  Crucified. 

2  Pleasure  with  sweet  enticing  voice, 

Too  strongly  urged  to  be  denied; 
1  made  her  flovv'ry  paths  my  choice, 
And  thought  not  of  the  Crucified. 

3  She  told  me  every  earthly  joy 

Was  ever  blooming  by  her  side, 
And  bid  me  not  my  peace  annoy, 
By  thinking  of  the  Crucified. 

4  I  follow'd  on  with  eager  haste, 

Buoyant  with  hope,  and  puff'd  with  pride; 


THE    HARP.  169 


Nor  would  I  one  short  moment  waste, 
By  thinking  of  the  Crucified. 

5  But  soon — ah!  very  soon  I  found 

Beneath  her  roses  thorns  could  hide; 
That  false  was  pleasure's  airy  round, 
Yet  thought  not  of  the  Crucified. 

6  Then  troubled,  pained,  and  ill  at  rest, 

Hope's  flowers  faded,  withered,  died; 
There  cross'd  my  aching,  troubled  breast, 
A  thought — 'twas  of  the  Crucified. 

7  Then  sorrow  came  with  sadden'd  face, 

And  deep  reflection  by  her  side; 
But  still,  methought,  'twill  be  disgrace, 
Now  to  seek  for  the  Crucified. 

8  Sickness  next  shook  my  trembling  frame, 

And  death  approach'd  with  rapid  stride; 
Then  came   the  thought — with  pow'r  it  came, 
Of  the  neglected  Crucified. 

9  My  sou!,  now  plung'd  in  deep  distress, 

No  longer  could  its  sorrows  hide, 
But  gladly  did  I  now  confess 

My  need  of  the  blecs'd  Crucified. 

10*  But  ah!  this  hard,  this  carnal  heart, 
So  long  had  mercy's  voice  defied, 
It  seem'd  as  with  life's  blood  to  part, 
To  yield  all  for  the  Crucified. 


170  T  H  E    II  A  R  P 


11  And  less  than  all  would  not  suffice; 

Down,  down  must  come  my  stubborn  pride, 
Cut  off  right  hands,  pluck  out  right  eyes, 
Or  ne'er  behold  the  Crucified. 

12  The  sacrifice  at  length  was  made, 

And  bless  His  name,  who  for  me  died, 
He  heard  me  when  I  trembling  prayed, 
And  yielded  to  the  Crucified. 

13  Since  then,  his  gifts — peace,  joy  and  love 

Have  flow'd  like  rivers  by  my  side, 
And  I  would  shout,  where'er  I  rove, 
The  Crucified,  the  Crucified. 

130.   Religion. 

1  T  IKE  snow  that  falls  where  waters  glide, 

Earth's  pleasures  vanish  fast; 
They  melt  in  time's  destroying  tide, 
And  cold  are  while  they  last. 

2  But  joys  that  from  religion  flow, 

Like  stars  that  gild  the  night, 
Amid  the  darkest  gloom  of  wo, 
Shine  forth  with  sweetest  light. 

3  Religion's  ray,  no  clouds  obscure, 

But  o'er  the  Christian's  soul, 
It  sheds  a  radiance  calm  and  pure, 
Though  tempests  round  him  roll. 

4  His  heart  may  break  'neath  sorrow's  stroke, 

But  to  its  latest  thrill, 
Like  diamonds  shining  when  they're  broke, 
That  ray  will  light  it  still. 


T  H  E    H  A  R  P  .  *     171 

131.      Sweet   Prayer. 

BY   MISS  ANN  LUTTON,  MOIRA,  IRELAND. 

XX7HEN  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 
prayer; 
It  eases,  soothes,  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains, 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  passion  in  chains. 
-    Prayer,  prayer,  O  sweet  prayer. 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer 

2  When  far  from  the  friends  we  hold  dearest  to  part 
*  What  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  my   heart, 

Past  scenes  and  past  converse,   past  enjoyments 

are  there, 
O  how  hurt  fully  pleasing  till  hallowed  by  prayer. 

Prayer,  prayer,  O  sweet  prayer, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

3  W  hen  pleasure  would  woo  us  from  piety's  arniSj 
The  siren  sings  sweetly,  or  silently  charms, 
We  listen,  love,  loiter,  are  caught  in  the  snare, 
On  looking  to  Jesus  we  conquer  by  pruyer. 

Prayer,  prayer,  O  sweet  prayer, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer, 

4  While  strangers  to  prayer  we  are  strangers  to 

bliss, 
Heaven  pours  its  full  streams  through  no  medium 

but  this; 
And  till  we  the  Seraphim's  ecstacy  share, 
Our  chalice  of  joy  must  be  guarded  by  prayer. 
Prayer,  prayer,  O  sweet  prayer, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 


172  THE    HARP 


132.     The  Barren  Fig  Tree. 

BY  REV.    DR.    RAFFLES. — Luke   xiii,    6. 

1  -""O  ARREN  still  this  tree  is  found, 

Lo,  it  cumbers  still  the  ground:- 
Cullure  it  has  had  for  years, 
But  as  yet  no  fruit  appears.  . 
Cut  it  down — why  all  this  toil? 
It  no  more  shall  curse  the  soil!" 

2  But  the  Dresser  cries,  "Forbear- 
Let  it  stand  another  year; 

Still  it  shall  my  care  employ, 
Then,  if  fruit  appear,  with  joy 
At  thy  feet  it  shall  be  laid, 
And  my  toil  be  well  repaid." 

3  Lord,  this  parable's  for  me: 
I'm  that  dead  and  fruitless  tree. 
I  within  the  vineyard  stand, 
Planted  by  thy  gracious  hand; 
Yet,  with  all  the  Dresser's  care* 
Scanty  is  the  fruit  I  bear. 

4- 1  have  peaceful  sabbath  days, 
I  have  hours  of  prayer  and  praise: 
Faithful  sermons,  they  are  mine, 
Threatenings,  promises  divine; 
All  that  wisdom  could  devise, 
Sent,  in  mercy,  from  the  skies. 

5  Yet  my  heart  is  cold  and  dead, 
Like  a  branch  that's  withered: 


the  ii  a  r  r  .  i  /  a 


Yet  my  hands  inactive  prove, 
To  promote  the  cause  I  love: 
Blessed  Jesus,  can  there  be 
Life  in  such  a  barren  tree? 

6  But,  another  year  is' given, 
Granted  by  indulgent  Heaven; 
Sabbaths,  sermons,  hours  of  prayer; 
Granted  for  another  year: 

Still  deserved  wrath  delays, 
Mercy  lengthens  out  my  days. 

7  O  for  grace  this  year  to  be 
All  that  God  delights  to  see — 
O  for  wisdom,  from  above, 
Every  moment  to  improve: 
And,  when  time  is  p^st  away; 
O  for  mercy  in  that  day. 

133.   "Ye  must  be  born  Again." 

1  "V^IIEX  Jesus  dwelt  on  earth  below 

Among  the  sons  of  men, 
He  spared  no  pains  to  let  them  know 
They  must  be  born  again. 

2  We  all  have  broke  Jehovah's  laws 

And  guilty  must  remain, 
Condemned  to  all  the  pains  of  hell 
Till  we  are  born  again. 

3  By  nature  sve  are  prone  to  sin, 

And  all  our  thoughts  are  vain; 


174  T  H  E    H  A  R  F: 

Eternal  life  you  ne'er  can  win 
Till  you  are  born  again. 

4  In  vain  we  seek  f  r  bliss  below 

While  sin  doth  in  up  reign; 
True  happiness  we  ne'er  can  know 
Till  we  are  born  again, 

5  Alas!  whafe'er  good  works   we  do, 

His  favor  to  obtain, 
They  can't  our  sinful  hearts  renew; 
We  must  be  born  again. 

0  Were  we  baptized  a  thousand  times 
It  would  be  all  in  vain; 
This  cannot  wash  our  crime  away, 
We  must  be  born  again. 

7  No  sacrament,  no  outward  form, 

Can  save  from  endless  pain; 
We  must  be  of  the  Spirit  born; 
We  must,  be  born  again. 

8  The  word  of  God  is  firm  and  sure, 

And  always  will  remain; 

Eternal  wrath  we  must  endure 

Unless  we're  born  again. 

0  This  is  Jehovah's  great  decree; 
He  always  will  maintain 
That  sinners — swch  as  you  and  rn«— 
Muat  all  be  born  again. 


THE    HARP.  1  76 


10  Sinners,  we  ne'er  can  enter  heaven, 
Or  life  eternal  gain, 
Until  we  know  our  sins  forgiven, 
And  feel  we're  born  again. 

134.   "JT$  God,  Remember  Me." 

NEHEMIAH    X\U,     31. 

1  \VTHENT  persecution  rears  its  head, 

And  sfalks  from  sea  to  sea; 
When  o'er  the  land  its  horrors  spread, 
"My  God,  remember  me." 

2  When  foes  and  enemies  increase, 

When  friends  forsake  and  flee; 
When  tumult's  noise  disturbs  my  peace, 
"My  God,  remember  me." 

3  "Think  on  me,  O  my  God,  for  good," 

When  indigence  I  see; 
Nor  let  me  lack  that  daily  food, 
Which  comes  alone  from  thee. 

4  In  times  of  great  and  sore  distress, 

When  none  can  help  but  thee; 
When  guilty  fears  my  soul  oppress, 
"My  God,  remember  me." 

5  In  times  of  outward  war  and  strife— 

In  perils  on  the  sea; 
"Through  all  the  changing  scen?a  of  life," 
"My  €rod,  remembar  me." 


\1<*>  T  il  E     II  A  R  r 


«'»   While  yet  I  hold  this  fleeting  breath, 
Thy  goodness  let  me  sec; 
And  in  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
"My  God,  retncrnU  i 

7  And  in  that  dreadful  day  of  doom, 
When  sinners  fain  would  flee; 
When  thou  shalt  call  the  righteous  home, 
"My  God,  remember  me." 


135.    The  Missionaries  Bride. 

1  "V¥/"HO'D  be  a  missionary's  brjdel 

\\  ho,  that  is  young  and  fair, 
Would  leave  the  world  and  all  I 
Its  pomp — its  vanity  and  pride, 
Her  Saviour's  cross  to  bear! 

2  Who  would  leave  the  glittering  hall, 

Whore  beauteous  fashion  reigns; 
To  share  her  life — h  erall, 

With  one  who  heeds  not  fashion's  cal 

And  will  not  wear  her  ch 

Who  would  leave  the  festive  throng. 

And  admiration's  g 
And  to  a  "little  flock"  belong, 
Who  love  to  swell  the  humble  song, 

To  their  Redeemer's  praise? 

4  Who  could  leave  her  father's  dome, 
And  her  mother's  fire  side? 
Among  our  western  wilds  to  roam, 


T  II   E    H  A  R  P  .  177 

Sometimes,  perhaps,  without  a  home, 
A  missionary's  bride? 

5  None — save  she  whose  bosom  feels 

The  emptiness  of  earth; 
Who  hives  the  home  that  faith  reveals, 
And  oft  at  Jesus'  table  kneels, 

To  prove  her  heavenly  birth. 

6  None — save  she  who  has  that  love, 

Which  "seekeih  not  her  own,"' 
Who,  mild  and  peaceful  as  the  dove, 
Pursues  the  joys  whicir'are  above, 

Around  her  Father's  throne. 

7  None — save  she  whose  bosom  glows 

With  feeling  for  the  poor; 
Whose  willing  footstep  ever  knows 
To  find  the  lowly  hut  of  those 

Who  silently  endure. 

3  None — save  she  whose  heart  is  meek, 
Who  feels  another's  pain, 
And  loves  to  wipe  from  sorrow's  cheek 
The  trickling  tear — and  accents  speak 
That  soothe  the  soul  again. 

9  She  who  feels  for  them  that,  need 
The  "precious  bread  of  life," 
And  longs  the  Savior's  lambs  to  feed, 
O,  such  a  one,  would. make,  indeed, 
A  missionary's  wife! 


178  THE    HARP. 

136.  A  Voice  from  the  Heathen. 
"Come  and  help  us." 

1  TTARK!  with  each  passing  breeze  I  hear 

A  murmur  faint  and  low: 
It  comes  like  death  groans  on  my  ear, 
I  start,  and  list'ning  ask  with  fear, 
What  is  it  echoes  so? 

2  From  Asia  and  from  Africa, 

From  Europe  comes  the  cry; 
From  North  and  South  America, 
And  from  the  islands  of  the  sea; 

"Come  help  us  ere  we  die." 

3  "Our  souls  are  famishing  for  food — 

Dark,  dark  the  moral  night; 
Think,  Christians,  on  our  solitude 
Un'lightened  by  the  word  of  God, 

Which  shines  on  you  so  bright." 

4  "While  you  enjoy  the  Gospel  sun 

And  live  in  luxury; 
We  ask,  has  not  the  time  now  come, 
That  knowledge  of  the  Lord  should  run, 

And  deluge  like  the  sea]" 

5  O  God,  my  heart  cannot  withstand 

These  dying  groans  and  cries; 
Here's  all  I  have,  with  cheerful  band 
I  give  Thee  all,  at  thy  command 

I  make  the  sacrifice. 


THE    HARP.  179 

6  What  wouldst  thou  have  me,  Lord,  to  do, 

These  precious  souls  to  save? 
"Go  preach  my  word  creation  through, 
To  all  the  world,  Gentile  and  Jew, 

Bid  them  in  me  believe." 

7  Surely  my  God,  /cannot  go, 

I  am  not  qualified; 
No  gifts  on  me  didst  thou  bestow, 
Or  powers  of  mind  that  I  could  do 

The  dying  heathen  good. 

6  But  unto  those  thou'st  call'd  to  go, 

I'll  give  my  substance,  Lord, 
I'll  every  luxury  forego, 
And  all  I  can,  I'll  gladly  do, 

To  spread  thy  holy  word. 

137.  My  Years  Roll  On. 

BY  LEGH    RICHMOND. 

1  "fVfl'Y  years  roll  on  in  silent  course, 

Impell'd  by  a  resistless  force; 
Awake  my  soul,  awake  and  sing 
How  good  thy  God,  how  great  thy  King, 

2  My  years  roll  on:  then  let  me  know 
The  great  design  for  which  they  flow; 
And  as  the  ship  floats  o'er  the  wave, 
Thy  vessel,  Lord,  in  mercy  save. 

My  years  roll  on:  the  tide  of  time 

Bears  rne  through  many  a  changing  clime: 


180 


THE    HART. 


•  ~        '   "" -: — _ : — . — — — 

I've  winters,  summers*  heat,  and  cold, 
Winds,  calms,  and  tempests  ten  limes  told. 

4  My  years  roll  on;  but  here's  my  hope, 
And  this  my  everlasting  prop: 

\       Though  seasons  change,  and  I  change  too, 
My  God's  the  same,  forever  true. 

5  My  years  roll  on;  nnd  as  they  roll, 
O,  may  they  waft  my  ransom 'd  soul 
Safe  through  life's  ocean,  to  yon  shore 
Where  sins  and  sorrows  grieve  no  more. 

6  My  years  roll  on;  and  with  them  flows 
That  mercy  which  no  limit  knows: 
'Tis  mercy's  current  made  me  glide, 
In  hope  of  safety,  down  the  tide. 

7  My  .years  roll  on;  my  soul  be  still 
Guided  by  love,  thy  course  fulfil; 
And  when  life's  anxious  voyage  is  past, 
My  refuge  be  with  Christ  at  last. 

138.     To   a   Be'e,  deceived  by   an  artificial 
Flower  on  the  bonnet  of  a  professed  Chris- 
tian. 
1     A  LAS!   alas!  poor  little  thing, 

By  that  deceptive  flower  attracted, 
To  it  thou  flew'st  with  hasty  wing, 

In  hope  that  sweets  might,  be  extracted; 
But  thou  wilt  search  each  cup  in  vain, 
No  lucious  food  cloth  it  contain- 


THE    HARP.  181 


2  But  I  to  thee  attach  no  blame; 
Thou  wast  deceived  by  false  appearance: 

By  her  who  bears  the  Christian  name, 

Thou  hast,  poor  bee,  bought  thy  experience; 
For,  had  not  she  display'd  that  flower, 
Thou  hadst  not    known  deception's  power. 

3  This  surely  ought  not  so  to  be, 

In  truth,  it  is  an  aberration; 
Instead  of  pride,  humility 

Should  be  the  Christian's  decoration: 
Those  who  to  better  things  pretend, 
,  To  folly  ne'er  should  prove  a  friend. 

4  But  from  this  disappointment,  learn 

A  lesson  for  thy  future  profit; 
When  on  a  head-dress  you  discern 

A  tempting  flower,  think  nothing  of  it, 
But  turn  away  thy  running  eye, 
Nor  be  allured  by  vanity. 

5  Now  for  thy  consolation  know, 

That  I  like  thee  have  been  mistaken, 
Deceived  by  glittering,  painted  show, 

For  sterling  gold,  I  dross  have  taken: 
Now  quit  that  art-form'd,  empty  thing, 
And  nectar  draw  from  nature's  spring. 

139.    Not   Affrighted. 
1  "VITHY  should  we  be  affrighted  at  pestilence 

and  war \ 
The  fiercer  is  the  tempest,  the  sooner  'twill  be  o'er; 
With  Jesus  in  the  y  esse  J,  the  billows  roll  in  vain, 


i  82  THE    HARP, 

They  only  will  convey  us  to  the  elysian  plains, 
With  glory  in  our  souls. 

2  Although  my   flesh  is  mortal,  immortal  is  my 

hope; 
I'll  try,  like  holy  Moses,  to  gain  the  mountain  top; 
There,  at  Jehovah's  bidding,  with   cheerfulness 

I'll  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jesus  on  wings  of  love  I'll  fly, 
With  glory  in  my  soul. 

3  Though    sinners  do  despise  me,  and  laugh  at 

what  I  say, 
I  find  a  little  number  walks  with  me  in  the  way; 
Come  on,  come  on  my  brethren,  they  laughed  at 

Jesus,  too; 
The  prize,  it  lies  before  us,  and  heaven's  in  our 

view, 

And  glory  in  our  souls. 

4  I  feel  that  Jesus  loves  me,  but  why,  I  do  not 

know, 
To  him  I'm  so  unfaithful  in  what  I  have  to  do; 
I  often  see  my  failings,  yet  he  doth  all  forgive, 
This  makes  me  love   him  more,  and  by  faith   in 

him  I  live, 

With  glory  in  my  soul. 

J3  We  soon  shall  reach  fair  Canaan,  and  on  that 
happy  shore, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  Satan,  we'll  tell  our  suffer- 
ings o'er. 


THE     HARP.  185 

We'll  walk    the   golden   pavements,  and  blood- 
washed  garments  wear, 

And  to  complete  our   pleasure,  our  Jesus  will  be 
there, 

And  glory  in  our  souls. 

6  My  song  I  must  conclude,  though  it  is  against 

my  will, 
I  want  to  have  the   power  to  feel  what  I  do  sing; 
I  long  to  see  the  day   when  immortalized  I'll  be, 
And  shout  and  praise  my  Jesus  (Sfcall  eternity, 
With  glory  in  my  soul. 

140  Some  thing   New. 

1  ^INCE  man  by  sin  has  lost  his  God, 

He  seeks  creation  through, 
And  vainly  hopes  for  solid  bliss, 
In  trying  something  new. 

2  The  new  possessed,  like  fading  flowers 

Soon  loses  its  gay  hue, 
The  bubble  now  no  longer  takes, 
The  mind  wants  something  new. 

3  Could  we  once  call  all  Europe  ours, 

With  India  and  Peru, 
The  soul  would  feel  an  aching  void, 
And  still  want  something  new. 

4  But  when  we  know  a  Savior's  love, 

All  good  in  him  we  view, 
The  soul  forsakes  its  vain  pursuit*, 
In  Christ,  find*  something  new. 


184  THE    HARP. 

5  The  joys  the  dear  Redeemer  gives, 

Will  bear  a  strict  review, 
Nor  need  we  ever  change  again, 
For  Christ  is  always  new.. 

6  But  soon  a  change  awails  us   all, 

Before  the  grand  review, 
And  at  his  feet  with  rapture  fall, 
And  heaven  bring  something  new. 

141.   Slar  of  Bethlehem. 

BY   H.    K.    WHITE. 

1  XMTHILE  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plains, 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  wand'ring  sinner's  eye. 

2  Hark!  hark!  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
Erom  every  host,  from  every  gem; 
But  one  alone  the  Savior    speaks, 

It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark, 
Tiie  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  bluwed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  founderiug  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 
Death-struck.  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem, 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 

It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 


i"  .1  i:    it   \ 


f>  It  was  my  light,  my  guide,  my  all, 
It  bade  my  dark  forcbodll 
And  through  the  storm,  and   dangerous  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

ly  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing  first  in  night's  diadem, 

ver  and  forever  : 
Tli^  star,  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

142.    A  Call  to  Sinners. 

1  {  | II,  careless  sinner,  come, 

Pray  now  attend, 
This  world  is  not  your  home, 
It  soon  will  end; 
fehovah  calls  aloud,  forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd 
Pursue  the  road  to  God,  and  happy  be. 

2  No  happiness  you'll  find 

While  thus  you  go, 
No  peace  unto  your  mind, 
But  fear  and  wo 
Attend  you  every  day,  while  far  from  God   yuu 
stray; 
dinners,  come  away,  and  happy  live. 

3  Nor  do  I  call  alone, 
The  Savior  too 

E'en  with  his  dying  groan?, 
(Vies  bid  adieu 
To  sin  and  folly  now,  and  to  his  sceptre  bow. 
And  he  will  tell  you   how  to  live  anew 


186  THE    HART. 

4  But  if  you  still  reluse, 

Down,  down  you'll  go, 
And  with  the  vvieked  Jews, 
The  road  to  wo: 
Alas,  how  can  you  slight  the  rays  of  Gospel  light, 
And  sink  in  endless  night,  where  silence  reigns. 

5  I  bid  you  all  farewell 

With  aching  heart, 

And  in  deep  sorrow  tell 

That  we  must  part; 

While  on  to  heaven  we  go,  and  you  are  bound 
to  wo, 

Alas,  it  must  be  so,  if  you  rebel. 

6  I  look  on  you  again, 

And  hoping  say, 
Why  wont  you  leave  your  6ins, 

And  come  away 
From  Satan's  cruel  power,  and  live  forever  more* 
And  bless  the  joyful  hour  when  life  begun. 

7  All  hail,  we  welcome  then 

Your  happy  flight 
From   Kedar's  tents  of  sin, 
To   glory  bright: 
We'll  tra\  el  on  with  you,  and  bid  the  world  adieu* 
And  endless  joys  pursue  till  ail  isours. 
£  Then  we  wiil  range  around 
The  peaceful  plains, 
Where  pleasure  hath  no  bounds. 
Where  glory  reigns; 


THE    HARP.  187 


We'll  feil  at  Jesus'  feet  where  joys  aie  ull  com- 
plete, 
And  in  sweet  raptures  meet  to  part  no  more. 

143.   Mary's  tears, 

1  T17HEN  tie  repentant  Sfary  came, 

Ami  knelt  at  Jesus'  feet, 
Weighed  down  by  sorrow,  sin  ami  shame, 
And  poured  the  precious  sweet, 

2  The  tears  of  penitence  bedew'd 

The  humble  mourner's  eye, 
Her  contrite  grief  her  Maker  viewed. 
And  registered  on  high. 

S  She  at  her  Savior's  footstool  bent, 
And  humbly  knelt  to  pray; 
God  saw  her  heart,  forgiveness  sent. 
And  wiped  her  sins  away. 
4.  Ye  who  by  sin,  have  been  misled 
From  the  bright  way  to  heaven. 
And  would  again  its  pathway  tread. 
And  wish  to  be  forgiven; 

5  Do  not  upon  the  sacred  shrine 

Your  glittering  offererings  heap, 
As  if  your  gems  were  things  divine, 
But,  like  the  suppliant,  weep. 

6  O  may  the  storms  of  sorrow  raise 

Your  wandering  thoughts  to  heaven; 
Hay  you  like  Mary,  kneel  and  weep, 
LUu  Mary,  be  forjiren. 


188  THE    IT  A  R  P 


144.   Lines  addressed  to  J.  F.  W , 
33y  Mrs.  Caroline  M.  Thayer,  the  honored  instru- 
ment by  whom  she  was  reclaimed  from  her  wan- 
derings, and  again,  restored  to  the  bosom  of  the 
Church. 

3   ^^HEN  tossed  on  error's  stormy  tide, 
From  doubt  to  darkness  driven, 
'Twas  thine,  my  wandering  thoughts  to  guide, 
And  bid  the  world  no  more  divide 
My  erring  heart  from  heaven. 

2  No  more  to  fancy's  wildering  song", 

That  heart's  applause  was  given; 
To  charm  it  from  the  joyless  throng, 
Thy  warning  seemed  to  breathe  along* 

The  holy  lyre  of  heaven. 

3  But  though  the  warning  voice  was  sweei 

As  the  last  sigh  of  even, 
My  soul  within  its  dark  retreat, 
Reluctant  shrunk  and  feared  to  meet 

A  messenger  from  heaven. 

4  Yet  soon  the  chain  that  hound  my  sou?* 

By  mercy's  hand  was  riven; 
I  saw  the  clouds  asunder  roll, 
And  truth,  unerring  as  the  pole, 

Allured  me  back  to  heaven. 

5  My  grateful  heart  must  ever  glow, 

While  life  and  strength  are  given. 
With  feelings,  those  alone  can  know 
Whom  thou  hast  led  to  seek  below, 

Tdie  blissful  hope  of  heaven. 


THE    HARP.  1 89 


145.   Z ion's  Complaint. 

1  ^JAVIOR,  we  have  long  been  sighing 

For  some  token  of  thy  care; 
All  our  hopes  and  joys  are  dying, 
We  are  sinking  in  despair: 
Kind  Redeemer, 
Cheer,  O,  cheer  our  drooping  souls. 

2  Sorrow,  poverty,  and  coldness, 

Press  us  with  a  heavy  load, 
Gone  our  love,  and  zeal,  and  boldness 

In  the  service  of  our  God; 
God  of  mercy, 
Shall  we  cry  to  thee  in  vain] 

3  All  around  is  full  of  sadness, 

Sinners  rage,  and  Christians  sleep, 
Zion  has  forgot  her  gladness, 

And  sits  down  in  du3t  to  weep: 
Precious  Savior, 
Shall  we  tune  our  harps  no  morel 

4  Oft  the  gentle  spring  assuages 

Nature's  cold  and  sullen  gloom, 
But  with  us,  dread  winter  rages, 

And  forbids  our  hopes  to  bloom: 
Barren  fig-tree, 
In  the  vineyard  do  we  stand. 

5  Oft  we  see  the  showers  of  heaven 

Sweetly  fall  upon  the  earth, 


190  T  H  E    H  A  R  F 


But  to  us  no    rains  are  given 
To  assuage  our  raging  dearth: 
All  is  dreary, 
Dead  are  Zion's  tender  plants. 

6  Must  we,  Lord,  forever  languish"? 

Must  our  tears  forever  flow? 
Wilt  thou  not  relieve  our  anguish, 

And  thy  tender  mercy  show? 
Smile  upon  us, 
And  our  broken  spirits  heal. 

7  Still  thy  grace  we  will  rely  on, 

Still,  thy  promises  we'll  trust; 
Thou  wilt  yet  revisit  Zion, 

And  revive  her  sleeping  dust: 
Thou  art  faithful, 
Thou  wilt  hear  thy  people  cry. 

8  Shall  we  then  indulge  in  sadness? 

Shall  we  doubt,  or  disbelieve? 
Let  our  hearts  be  filled  with  gladness, 

Thou  wilt  all  our  wants  relieve. 
God  is  coming, 
Lo,  he  comes  to  bless  our  souls. 


146.    Watch  and  Pray. 

BY    MISS    MARY    ANN    BROWN. 

1   ^AW  ye  where  the  Savior  kept 

Watch,  while  his  disciples  slept? 
Did  ye  hear  that  Savior  speak, 
While  the  eweat  bedew'd  his  cheek2 


THE     HARP. 


191 


Did  ye  listen  to  the  Lord, 

And  receive  the  hallow'd  word? 

Heard  ye  your  Redeemer  say, 

To  his  followers,— "Watch  and  Pray." 

2  Not  to  them  alone,  that  call — 
It  was  given  alike  for  all; 

All  in  pleasure,  all  in  pain; 
They  that  serve  and  they  that  reign — 
All  alike  are  mortal  dust: 
Vain  is  every  earthly  trust; 
None  can  see  how  soon  they  may 
•    Be  as  nothing — "Watch  and  Pray." 

3  Rich  men,  in  your  palaces, 
Where  ye  lii'e  in  plenteous  ease, 
Glorying  in  your  golden  stf-re, 
Know  ye  not  'twill  soon  be  o'er? 
Have  none  told  you  what  must  be, 
That  so  careless  still  are  ye? 
Hear  it  now;  the  voice  obey! 

Ye  are  mortal, — "Watch  and  Pray.'* 

4  Maiden!  in  thy  beauty's  pride, 
With  life's  bitterness  untried; 
Know'st  thou,  tho'  in  life's  young  bloom 
Thou  may'st  perish  in  the  tomb? 
There  the  fairest  flowers  must  wither; 
Thou  like  them  art  hast'ning  thither: 
Beauty  soon  will  pass  away, 

Oh!  whilst  lovely,— "Watch  and  Pray." 


192       •  T  II  E      II  A  R  P  . 


.5  Peasant!  in  thy  lowly  cot, 
Murm'ring  at  thy  humble  lot, 
While  thy  children  round  thee  strive, 
Asking  bread  thou  canst  not  give, 
Wait  with  patience  on  the  Lord; 
He  will  not  forget  his  word. 
Dark  temptations  strew  thy  way — 
'Gainst  their  power — ''Watch  and  Pray." 

6  Earthly  wealth  will  not  endure, 
None  'gainst  time  can  be  secure; 
Rich  and  poor,  and  king  and  slave, 
All  must  moulder  in  the  grave; 
But  a  day  of  wrath  shall  come! 
All  again  must  quit  the  tomb; 
See,  it  cometh! — Bless'd  be  they 
"Who  while  here,  will  "Watch  and  Prav." 


147.  Marching  It)  Glory. 

i~iOME  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 

Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  the  narrow  happy  road. 

CHORUS. 

We're  marching,  we're  inarching, 
We're  marching-  home  to  glory. 

Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet, 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street, 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite, 
Vet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 


THE    II  A  It  I»  .  \'X\ 

3  Behold  the  righteous  marehing  home; 
The  mile  and  bid  tiietn  come, 
While  Christ  the  Judge  their  joy  proclaims, 
"Here  come  my  saints,  I  own  their  names." 

4  Ye  everlasting  gates  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride; 

Ye  harps  of  heaven,  come  sound  aloud, 
"Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood." 

.")  In  grandeur  sec  the  royal  line 

e  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine, 
Whiie  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendor  to  the  throne. 


6  They  stand  in  wonder  and  look  on; 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire,. 
"While  rapture  sets  their  souls  on  fire. 

143.   Hall,  ye  Missionary  Band! 

1  TTAIL,  ye  missionary  bands, 

Bound  for  every  nation^ 
Christianize  the  heathen  lands, 

Preach  a  free  salvation, 
Loud  proclaim  the  Savior  God. 

Teach  them  how  to  read  his  word; 
Point  to  the  Redeeming  blood 
For  their  emancipation. 

2  From  idolatry,  and  war, 

And  heathen  superstition; 


194  THE    HARP 


The  crush  of  their  triumphant  car 
Where  Hindoos  seek  remission. 

Come  fake  a  view  of  Af  ic's  shore, 
And  seo  what  idols  they  adore: 

Lilt  up  your  hearts  and  Heaven  implore 
Mercy  for  their  condition. 

3  While  the  Macedonian  cry 

Is  rolling  o'er  the  ocean, 
Hear  the  Western  wiles  reply; 

"Come,  give  our  tribes  a  portion; 
Bring  the  precious  word  of  life, 

And  we'll  cease  from  war  and  strife; 
Ground  the  tomahawk  and  knife, 
And  join  the  sweet  devotion." 

4  "Fire-waters  we'll  reject, 

Reforming  our  hehavior, 
Missionaries  now  respect, 

And  hope  we  shall  forever. 
Wyandotts,  are  on  the  wing, 

Cherokecs  their  offerings  bring, 
Messessaugers  sweetly  sing, 

And  Choctaws  praise  the  Savior. 

149.    The  Rose  of  Sharon. 
Addressed  to  a  Young  Lady,  by  C.  V.  A. 
1   ^JAY,  Eliza!  have  you  ^een 

Flowrets  wither  on  the  green! 
Lilies  blooming  to  decay; 
Blushing  beauties,  die  away? 
All  was  sad,  and  all  was  drear, 
Save  the  Ros?  of  Sharon  near. 


THE    HARP.  195 


2  Say,  Eliza!  have  you  known 

Where  those  bitter  tears  were  sown — 
Those  that  wet  the  bud  of  hope 
Till  the  lurid  spell  was  broke? 
"Who  could  comfort — what  could  cheer 
Save  the  Rose  of  Sharon  near'? 

3  Say,  Eiiza!  have  you  felt 

Keen,  remorseless  pangs  of  guilt, 
Like  the  gentle  Mary  knew, 
When  to  Jesus'  feet  she  flew] 
Who  could  save  from  sin  and  fear 
Save  the  Rose  of  Sharon  near? 

4  Say,  Eliza!  who  can  save 

Youth  and  beauty  from  the  grave — 
Shed  an  ever-during  bloom — 
Scatter  odors  on  the  tomb — 
Make  our  virtues  all  appear, 
Save  the  Rose  of  Sharon  near? 

5  Say,  Eliza!  vy here's  the  Friend 
Who  shall  love  thee  to  the  end? 
Watch  thee  till  thy  latest  breath, 
Then  receive  thy  soul  in  death? 
He  that  bled,  and  wept  a  tear, 
Plants  the  Rose  of  Sharon  near. 

6  Say,  Eliza!  what  shall  bloom 
O'er  the  margin  of  the  tomb? 
Shall  the  Cypress  or  the  Yew 
Spread  their  sable  leaves  for  you? 
Or  shall  Sharon's  Rose  appear; 
})'.]\]  and  blossom  ever  near1 


I9G  THE    HARP. 

150.    The  Pharisee  and  Ih'e  Publican. 
"^TANDby!"  cried  the  Pharisee;  "dare  not  to 
mar! 

Holy  prayers,  with  thy  sin-chequer'd  vow." 
The  Publican  heard,  and  retreated  afar 

From  the  scmvl  of  the  hypocrite's  brow. 
The  one  through  the  temple  with  majesty  swept, 

With  his  hundreds  admiring  around; 
The  other  retired  to  a  corner  and  wept 

As  he  bent  his  meek  eyes  to  the  ground. 

2  "I  thank  thee  O,  God,"  said  the  former,  "that  I 
Have  not  here  for  my  sins  to  atone; 

From  fraud  and  extortion  and  lewdness  I  fly, 
Nor  was  e'er  as  a  publican  known. 

Still  twice  in  the  week  I'm  careful  to  fast; 
All  my  tithes  I  as  faithfully  pay, 

And  thus  have  good  hope,  that  in  heaven  at  last 
I  shall  all  my  bright  glories  display." 

3  Meanwhile  had  the  publican  frequently  siglrd, 
And  as  had  often  smote  on  his  breast; 

"Have  mercy,  O  God,"  he  at  intervals  cried; 

"Upon  me,  a  poor  sinner  cmfess'd, 
Have  mercy,  O  God,  for  polluted  and  vile, 

In  myself  no  perfection  I  see: 
But  deign  on  thy  creature  one  instant  to  smile, 

And  thy  Spirit  shall  change  even  me." 

4  And  what  was  the  judgment  the  Savior  pro- 

nounced, 


T  17  1    HARP.  £97 


As  he  told  of  this  singular  pair, 
And  thus  to  his  list'ning  disciples  announced 

Both  the  nature  and  object  of  prayer? 
Half  worehfpp'd,  the  one,  'midst   his  followers 
stalk 'd 

To  his  home  with  his  guilt  nn  forgiven: 
The  other,  lone  in  his  penitence  walk'd; 

But  at  peace  with  himself  and  with  Heaven. 

151.    The  Indian's  Experience. 

1  ¥N  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh, 

Den  me  look,  heaben  and  send  up  cry, 
Upon  my  knees  so  low; 
Dat  God  on  high,  in  shining  place, 
See  me  in  night,  wid  teary  face, 
De  preacher  tell  me  so. 

2  God  send  his  angel,  take  me  care, 
He  come  himself,  he  hear  my  prayer, 

If  inside  heart  do  pray; 
He  see  me  now,  he  know  me  here, 
He  say  poor  Indian,  neber  fear, 

Me  wid  you  night  and  day. 

3  Now  me  lobe  God,  wid  Indian  heart, 
He  fight  for  me,  he  take  my  part, 

He  save  um  life  before; 
God  lobe  poor  Indian  in  de  wood, 
So  me  lobe  God,  and  dat  be  good, 

Me  pray  hirn  two  times  more. 


198  THE    HARP. 

152.   Immanuel  Reigns. 

BY    THE    WESTERN    BARD. 

1  TMMANUEL  reigns:  the  long  foretold, 

Of  sages,  prophets,  seers  of  old, 
On  whom  the  faith  of  Abraham  hung, 
Of  whom  the  Bard  of  Israel  sung; 
O'er  Palest  ina's  sacred  plains, 
The  Savior  comes,  Immanuel  reigns. 

2  Immanuel  reigns:  he  visits  earth, 
All  heaven  rejoices  at  his  birth; 
He  comes  to  sit  on  David's  throne, 
He  comes  to  make  the  world  his  own; 
And  angels  sing  on  Bethlehem's  plains, 
Good  will  to  men,  Immanuel  reigns. 

3  Immanuel  reigns:  ye  princes  bend, 
And  own  Him  as  your  general  friend. 
He  comes  to  bid  contentions  cease, 
The  Lord  of  Lords  and  Prince  of  peace. 
He  comes  to  break  the  captives'  chains, 
Rejoice,  O  earth,  Immanuel  reigns. 

4  Immanuel  reigns:  let  incense  rise 
In  grateful  odors  to  the  skies. 

He  comes  the  wounds  of  sin  to  heal, 
And  words  of  life  and  peace  reveal. 
He  bears  our  woes,  He  feels  our  pains* 
The  Savior  friend,  Immanuel  reigns. 

5  Immanuel  reigns,  the  cross  he  bore, 
And  death  and  hell  helriumph'd  o'er. 


THE    HARP.  199 


He  burst  the  tomb,  he  breaks  its  night, 
He  brings  immortal  life  to  light. 
Soars  to  his  native  skies  again; 
Sing  heaven  and  earth,  Immanuel  reigns. 

6  Immanuel  reigns:  ye  nations  sing, 
And  hail  him  prophet,  priest  and  king. 
He  reigns  o'er  all,  let  all  obey, 

And  bless  the  Savior's  natal  day. 
Tune  every  heart  in  grateful  strains, 
And  sing,  Immanuel  ever  reigns. 

7  Immanuel  reigns:  join  sea  and  earth 
With  sun  and  moon  to  hail  his  birth. 
Ye  countless  silver  lamps  of  night, 
Ye  hovering  clouds  and  fields  of  light, 
All  nature  strike  the  lofty  strains, 
Till  echo  rings,  Immanuel  reigns. 

153.   The  Sun- Bright  Clime. 

BY    MRS.    HEMANS. 

1  TTAVE  ye  heard,  have  ye  heard  of  that  sun- 

bright  clime, 
Unstain'd  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time; 
Where  age  hath  no  pow'r  o'er  the  fadeless  frame, 
Where  the  eye  is  fire,  and  the  heart  is  flame, 
Have  ye  heard  of  that  sun-bright  clime? 

2  There  are  rivers  of  water  gushing  there, 
Mid  blossoms  of  beauty,  strangely  fair: 
And  a  thousand  wings  are  hovering  o'er 
The  dazzling  wave,  and  the  golden  shore, 

They  arc  found  in  that  sun -bright  clime. 


200  T  H  E     II  A  R  P 


3  There  is  the  city,  whose  name  is  Light, 
With  the  diamond's  ray,  and  the  ruby  bright; 
And  ensigns  are  waving  and  banners  unfurl, 
Over  walls  of  brass,  and  gates  of  pearl, 

That  are  fixed  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

4  There  are  myriads  of  forms  arrayed  in  white, 
Beings  of  beauty,  clothed  in  light; 

They  dwell  in  their  own  immortal  bowers, 
Mid  the  fadeless  hues  of  countless  iluwers, 
That  spring  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

5  Ear  bath  not  heard.,  nor  eye  hath  seen] 
Its  swelling. songs;  or  its  changeless  sheen; 
For  the  vest  of  light,  and  harps  of  gold, 
And  crowns  of  glory  wax  not  old, 

Or  fade  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

6  But  far  away  is  this  sinless  clime, 
Unstain'd  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time — s 
Where  amid  all  things  fair,  is  given 

The  home  of  the  just,  and  its  name  is  Heaven, 
The  name  of  that  sun -bright  clirre. 

154  'The  Bell  of  Prayer. 
?.iat.  xviii,  20. 
1  TT ARK!  it  is  the  bell  of  prayer, 
Swelling  on  the  evening  air; 
Bearing  on  its  pleasant  sound, 
Notes  of  worship  all  around. 


T  H  E     II  A  R   P 


201 


2  Busy  toot,  with  solemn  tread, 
Loving  hearts  by  goodness  led — 

Humble  minds  are  willing  now, 
In  the  house  of  prayer  to  bow. 

3  Gather'd  round  the  mercy  seat, 

Heart  meets  heart,  where  christians  meet — 
Two  or  three  assembled  there, 
In  the  sacred  place  of  prayer. 

4  Oh,  how  solemn  is  the  hour, 
Consecrate  to. Jesus' power — 

Oh  liow  sure  his  word  shall  be, 
To  that  faithful — two  or  three. 

5  Precious  Jesus,  let  thy  grace, 
Lighten  uu  thy  servant's  face — 

Loving  Savior,  let  thy  voice 
Make  the  hearts  of  ail  rejoice, 

155.    To  Thee,  my  God,  to  Thee. 

1  f~\  LORD  thy  heavenly  grace  impart, 

And  fix  my  frail  inconstant  heart; 
Henceforth,  my  chief  desire  shall  be, 
To  dedicate  myself  to  thee; 
To  thee,  my  G'jd,  to  thee. 

2  Whatc'er  pursuits  my  time  employ, 
One  thought  shall  fill  my  soul  with  joy; 
That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee; 

On  thee,  my  God,  on  thee. 


202  THE     HARP 


3  Thy  glorious  eye  pervadeth  space, 
Thou'rt  prpsent,  Lord,  in  every  place, 
And  whercsoe'er  my  lot  may  bo, 
Still,  shall  my  spirit  cleave    to  thee. 

To  thee,  my  God,  to  thee; 

4  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing, 
Safe  'neath  the  covet  of  thy  wing, 

My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall  be 
That  all  I  want,  I  find  in  thee: 
In  thee,  my  God,  in  theo. 

156.   Jesus  My  All. 

1  |3  OCK  of  ages  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee: 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  side  a  healing  flood, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know — 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone, 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  nlone: 

In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eye-lids  close  in  death — 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 

Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


THE     HARP.  203 

157.  Messiah's  come  to  Reign. 
1  f~|  HOW  charming! — O,  how  charming 
Is  the  radiant  band  of 
Music,  music,  music,  music! 
O,  how  charming  is  the  radiant  band 
Of  music  playing  through  the  air! 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps; 
Enraptured  seraphs  play  their  part; 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps; 

Shout,  shout,  shout! 
The  great  Redeemer's  born  to  day. 

2  Gabriel  descending,  Gabriel  descending 
Brings  the  joyful  news! 
O,  joyful,  joyful,  joyful,  joyful! 
Brings  the  joyful  news  of  our  Redeemer's  birth! 
The  great  Messiah's  come  to  earth! 
Good  will  to  man  I  now  proclaim, 
Good  will  to  man  I  now  proclaim; 
The  Savior's  born  in  Bethlehem; 
Good  will  to  man  I  now  proclaim; 

Shout,  shout,  shout! 
The  great  Messiah's  come  to  reign! 

3  See  his  star  arising!  see  his  star  arising 
In  the  eastern  sky! 
Now  rising,  rising,  rising,  rising! 
See  his  star  arising  in  the  eastern  sky; 
The  day-spring  opening  from  en  high; 
The  types  and  •hadows  flee  away; 


204  T  II  E    H  A  R 


The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 
And  now  begins  the  gospel  day! 
The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 

Shout,  shout,  shout! 
The  King  of  Glory  is  born  to  day! 

4  Shepherds  adore  him,   wise  men  have   found 

him, 

Glory  be  to  God; 
O  glory,  gloiy,  glory,  glory; 
Wise  men  have  found  him  by  the  rising  star,- 
And  come  to  worship  from  arar; 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present; 
And  spices  of  the  sweetest  scent, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 

Shout,  shout,  shout, 
The  great  Messiah's  come  to  reign, 

5  Jews  and  Gentiles,  join  in  concert, 

Praise  the  infant  King; 
O  praise  him,  praise  him,  praise  him; 
Jews  and  Gentiles  praise  the  infant  King, 
And  loud  hosannas  sweetly  sing, 
With  Gtbricl  and  the  shining  host, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
With  Gabriel,  and  the  shining  host; 

Shout,  shout,  shout, 
The  King  of  glory  is  come  to  reign. 


THE     HARP.  205 


I  am  happy,  I  am  happy! 

Glory  be  to  God! 
I'm  happy,  happy,  happy,  happy! 
I'm  happy,  glory  be  to  God! 
My  soui's  on  flame  for  the  realms  above! 
I  feel  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart; 
I  find  the  Savior  in  my  heart; 
I  feel  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart; 

Shout,  shout,  shout! 
The  great  Messiah's  come  to  reign? 

158.   Mercy's  Free. 

1  13£Y  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying 

On  the  tree,  on  the  tree; 
To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 

Look  to  me,  look  to  rae;— 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent^  believe,  dismiss  their  fear. 
Hark!  hark!  what  precious  words  I  hear, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

2  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 

Pity  me,  pity  rae? 
And  did  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin, 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be? 
O  yes,  he  did  salvation  bring, 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King; 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3  Jesus,  the  mighty  God,  hath  spoken 

Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me; 

H 


206  THE    HARP. 


Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 

I  am  free,  I  am  free. 
Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received; 
And  Christ  from  death  my  soul  retrieved. 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

4  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free — 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 

Unto  me,  unto  me. 
None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove,  * 
While  through  this  wilderness  I  rove; 
All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

5  This  precious  truth,  ye  sinners  hear  \ty 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free, — 
Ye  ministers  of  God  declare  it, — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode. 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad, — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

6  Long  as  I  live  Til  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free; 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying,- 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free; 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  passed, 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


THE    HARP.  207 

159.  "To  be  with  Christ  is  Better    Far." 

1  HPHIS  world  is  beautiful  and  bright, 

O,  scarce  one  cloud  has  dimm'd  rny  sky; 
And  yet  no  gloomy  shades  of  night 

Are  gath'rin^  round  me  T ho*  I  die. 
Yet,  there's  a  lovelier  land  of  light, 

Illum'd  by  Bethlehem's  beaming  star, 
E'en  now  it  bursts  upon  my  sight, 

•'To  be  with  Christ  is  better  far." 

2  Yes,  yes  I  leave  ye  all  behind, 

My  husband,  children,  it  is  best; 
A  mother's  heart  hath  e'en  resi^n'd 

The  smiling  infant  at  her  breast. 
How  much  it  cost  I  may  not  say, 

Nor  O,  how  very  dear  ye  are; 
The  pang  is  o'er — I  must  away, 

4'To  be  with  Christ  is  better  far." 

3  True,  life  is  sweet,  and  friends  are  dear, 

And  youth,  and  healthcare  pleasant  tilings; 
Yet  leave  I  all,  without  a  tear, 

No  sad  regret  my  bosom  wrings:; 
The  ties  of  earth  are  broken  all; 

My  chaintesa  soul  above  yon  star, 
Shall  wing  its  way  beyond  recall, 

"To  be  with  Christ  is  better  far." 

4  And  this  is  death — my  soul  is  calm, 

No  sting  is  here — the  strife  is  done; 
Glory  to  God  and  to  the  Lamb! 


208  T  II  E    II  A  ft  P 


Sweet  triumph!  I  have  won!  I've  won 
A  crown  immortal — robes  of  white 

For  me,  for  mo,  in  waiting-  are, 
Array'd  in  glory — cloth'd  in  light — 

"To  be  with  Christ  is  better  far." 

5  To  be  with  Christ,  with  angel  bands, 

The  new  Jerusalem  my  home; 
And  there  "my  house  not  made  with  hands," 

Where  I  may  welcome  ye  to  come; 
Beloved  ones  of  earth,  no  care 

In  that  blest  home  our  peace  shall  mar; 
O  heaven!  sweet  heaven!  I'd  fain  be  there, 

"To  be  with  Christ  is  better  far." 


160.    The  Poor  Man's  Hymn. 

1  AS  much  have  I  of  worldly  good 

As  e'er  my  Master  had; 
I  diet  on  as  dainty  food, 
And  am  as  richly  clad, 
Thoifgh  plain  my  garb,  tho'  scant  my  board, 
As  Mary's  Son,  and  nature's  Lord. 

2  The  manger  was  his  infant  bed, 

His  home,  the  mountain-cave, 
He  had  not  where  to  lay  his  head, 

He  borrowed  e'en  his  grave. 
Earth  yielded  him  no  resting  spot, — 
Her  Maker,  but  she  knew  him  not. 

3  As  much  the  world's  good  will  I  bear, 

Its  favorites  and  applause, 


THE    HARP.  209 


As  He  whose  blessed  name  I  wear, — 

Hated  without  a  cause, 
Despised,  rejected,  mock'd  by  pride, 
Betray'd,  forsaken,  crucified. 
4  Why  should  I  court  my  Master's  foe? 

Why  should  I  fear  its  frown? 
Why  should  I  seek  for  rest  below, 

Or  sigh  for  brief  renown? 
A  pilgrim  to  a  better  land, 
An  heir  of  joys  at  God's  right  hand. 

161.    The  Stream  of  Death. 

1  npHERE  is  a  stream  whose  narrow  tide 

The  known  and  unknown  worlds  divide, 
Where  all  must  go; 
Its  waveless  waters,  dark  and  deep, 
Mid  sullen  silence,  downward  sweep 

With  moanless  flow. 

2  I  saw  where,  at  that  dreary  flood, 
A  smiling  infant  prattling  stood, 

Whose  hour  was  come; 
Untaught  of  ill,  it  nearcd  the  tide, 
Sunk,  as  to  cradled  rest,  and  died 

Like  going  home. 

3  Followed  with  languid  eye  anon, 

A  youth,  diseased,  and  pale,  and  wan; 

And  there  alone 
He  gazed  upon  the  leaden  stream, 
And  feared  to  plunge — I  heard  a  scream, 

And  he  was  gone. 


210  THE    HARP 


4  And  then  a  form  in  manhood's  strength 
Came  bustling  on,  till  there  at  length 

He  saw  life's  bound; 
He  shrunk  and  raised  the  bitter  prayer 
Too  late — his  shriek  of  wild  despair 

The  waters  drowned. 

5  Next  stood  upon  that  surgeless  shore 
A  being  bowed  with  many  a  score 

Of  toilsome  years. 
Earth-bound  and  sad  he  left  the  bank, 
Back  turned  his  dimming  eye,  and  sank, 

Ah!  full  of  fears. 

6  How  bitter  must  thy  waters  be, 

0  Death!  How  hard  a  thing,  ah  me! 

It  is  to  die! 

1  mused — when  to  that  stream  again, 
Another  child  of  mortal  men 

With  smiles  drew  nigh. 

7  "'Tis  the  last  pang,"  he  calmly  said — 
"To  me,  O  Death!  thou  hast  no  dread — 

Saviour,  I  come! 
Spread  but  thine  arms  on  yonder  shore — 
I  see! — ye  waters,  bear  me  o'er! 

There  is  my  home!" 

162.    O  Praise  the  Lord. 
1  pRAISE,  praise  the  Lord,  ho!  all  the  earth! 
O,  praise  the  Lord,  who  gave  you  birth; 
Praise,  nature  all!  his  holy  name, 
Who  wrought  your  vast  and  mighty  frame. 


THE    HARP,  211 

2  Praise  him, ye  hills — ye  mountains  tall! 
Who  lets  you  stand,  or  bids  you  fall; 
Ye  mighty  streams!  of  depth  untold. 
Praise  him  as  to  the  sea  you  roll. 

3  Praise  him,  ye  beasts  that  tread  the  plainf 
Ye  finny  tribes  that  swim  the  main! 

Ye  wand'rers  through  the  fields  of  air, 
O,  praise  the  Lord,  who  holds  you  there. 

4  Praise  him,  ye  twinkling  orbs  of  light, 
That  dance  upon  the  brow  of  night; 
And  thou  fair  moon — resplendent  queen! 
That  ridest  midst  that  host  serene. 

5  And  him,  thou  blazing  king  of  day! 
Praise  him  with  every  kindling  ray, 

Ye  clouds,  that  heaven's  blue  concave  throng, 
O,  praise  him  as  ye  sail  along. 

C  And  thou,  unfathom'd,  boundless  sea! 
Sound  high  your  deep-toned  minstrelsy] 
Praise  him,  who  rules  the  mighty  deep, 
And  bids  it  roll,  or  bids  it  sleep. 

7  And  you,  ye  thunders,  dreadful — loud! 
Borne  swift  upon  the  blacken'd  cloud: 
Raise  high,  your  awful  voices  raise, 
And  speak  your  mighty  Maker's  praise. 

8  And  thou,  ungrateful — sinful  man! 
Praise  him,  nor  try  his  ways  to  scan^ 
Whose  life  hangs  on  a  single  word, 
Praise,  praise,  vain  man!  O  praise  *he  Lord! 


212  THE    HARP. 


163.  Star  of  Hope. 

BY  MRS.  CAROLINE  M.  THAYER. 

1  nPHERE  is  a  Star  whose  heavenly  light 

Dispels  the  gathering  shades  of  night, 
And  sheds  a  bright  benignant  ray, 
To  gild  the  lonely  wand'rer's  way. 

2  This  Star  is  Hope:  its  lambent  glow 
Jllumes  the    hovering  clouds  of  woj 
Subdues  and  checks  the  rising  sigh, 
And  drives  the  tear  from  mis'ry's  eye. 

3  'Tis  this  that  cheers  the  lowly  cot, 
Where  all  deserted  and  forgot, 
Like  gems  concealed  in  ocean's  bed, 
Neglected  virtue  hides  her  head. 

4  'Tis  hope  of  God — 'tis  hope  of  heaven, 
The  dearest  boon  to  suffering  given: 

It  lights  e'en  death's  imperious  gloom, 
And  gilds  the  horrors  of  the  tomb. 

5  O,  Star  of  Hope,  forever  shed 

Thy  cheering  light  around  my  head: 
Still  let  me  hail  thee  from  afar, 
And  claim  thee  for  my  guiding  Star. 

6  So  when  at  last  the  hour  shall  come 
That  calls  my  exiled  spirit  home, 
Thy  beams  shall  light  the  dreary  road 
That  leads  to  heaven — that  leads  to  God. 


THE    HARP.  213 

164.  Precious  Bible. 

1  "ORECIOUS  Bible!  what  a  treasure 

Does  the  word  of  God  afford; 
All  1  want  for  joy  or  pleasure, 
Food  or  medicine,  shield  or  sword; 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor — 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 
Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys; 

Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 
Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys; 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed, 
He  is  meet  and  drink  indeed. 

8  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 
Satan  cannot  make  me  yield; 
For  the  word  of  consolation 
Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield; 
While  the  Scripture  truth  is  sure, 
From  his  malice  I'm  secure. 

4  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me, 
When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword; 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me, 
Satan  trembles  at  his  word — 

'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
Keen  the  edge,  and  strong  the  blade. 

5  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser, 
Doating  on  his  golden  store? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be  wiser, 


214  THE    HARP. 

I  am  rich — 'tis  lie  is  poor — 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word, 
Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword. 

165    Heaven  is  all. 

BY    REV.   C.    GILES. 

1  PT^HE  fading  world  promiscuous  flows, 

Enwrap'd  in  fancy's  vision; 
Allur'd  by  charms,  beguil'd  by  show 
And  empty  dreams,  nor  scarcely  know, 
There  is  a  brighter  Heaven. 

2  Fine  gold  will  change,  and  diamonds  fade, 

Swift  wings  to  wealth  are  given; 
All  varying  time  our  forms  invade, 
The  seasons  roll,  light  sinks  in  shade, 

There's  nothing  last  but  Heaven. 

3  Creation's  mighty  fabric,  all 

Will  be  to  atoms  riven; 
The  sky  consum'd,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  wreck  this  earthly  ball: 

There's  nothing  firm  but  Heaven. 

4  Empires  decay,  and  nations  die, 

Our  hopes  to  winds  are  given; 
The  vernal  blooms  in  ruin  lie, 
Death  reigns  o'er  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 

There's  nothing  lives  but  Heaven. 

5  The  world  is  poor  from  shore  to  shore, 

And  like  a  baseless  vision, 


THE    HARP.  215 

Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 

And  gems  and  crowns,  are  vain  and  poor; 

There's  nothing  rich  but  Heaven. 

6  A  stranger,  lonely,  here  1  roam 

From  place  to  place  I'm  driven; 
My  friends  are  gone,  and  I'm  in  gloom, 
The  world  is  all  a  dreary  tomb, 

I  have  no  home  but  Heaven. 

7  The  clouds  disperse,  the  light  appears, 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven; 
Triumphantgrace  has  quell'd  my  fears, 
Roll  on  ye  suns,  fly  swift  ye  years, 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Heaven. 

8  Adieu  to  all  below,  adieu, 

Let  life's  dull  chains  be  riven; 
The  charms  of  Christ  have  caught  my  view, 
To  worlds  of  light,  I  will  pursue, 

To  live  with  him  in  Heaven. 

166.    Why  dost  thou  doubt? 

1  'npiS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought; 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no; 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not! 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Surely  they  can  scarce  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 


216  THE    HARP. 

3  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all? 

4  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 
Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun; 
Shine  upon  the  work  of  grace, 
If  indeed  it  be  begun. 

5  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  ever  lov'd,  I  pray; 

If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

167.    The  Superannuated  Itinerant. 

1  T^LEETas  the  arrow  through  the  air 

Have  forty  seasons  pass'd  away; 
Yet,  short  and  transient  as  they  are, 

They've  seen  my  manhood's  strength  decay: 
Although  my  locks  unbleach'd  appear, 
Yet  age  is  now  already  here. 

2  But  dost  thou  ask  me,  if  a  sigh 

Oft  from  my  bosom  does  not  steal, 
When  round  the  heart  that  once  beat  high, 
The  touch  of  chill  disease  I  feel; 
If,  when  I  think  of  labors  past, 
I  sigh  that  e'er  1  met  the  blast? 
%  Ah!  well  I  might  if  wealth,  or  fame, 
Or  empire,  or  applause  of  man, 
Had  ■mother'd  thue  the  vital  dame, 


THE     HARP,  217 


Enkindled  by  my  Maker's  hand. 
'Twas  not  their  mandate  to  obey, 
That  thus  I  gave  my  life  away. 

4  But  'twas  at  Heaven's  command  I  rose, 

And  spurn'd  each  grovelling  thought  aside, 
A  wanderer's  cheerless  portion  chose, 
To  preach  a  Savior  crucified: 
For  th:s  my  life  I  counted  loss, 
And  naif  d  it  to  my  Master's  cross. 

5  Yes,  'twas  the  glorious  talc  to  tell, 

That  Christ  expired  in  tears  and  blood, 
And  rose,  and  vanquish'd  death  and  hell, 

To  bring  the  wanderer  back  to  God; 
For  this  I  many  a  tempest  bore, 
And  vale  and  mountain  wander'd  o'er. 

43  I  burned  my  Savior's  love  to  bear, 
And  tell  the  prodigal  of  home; 
Nor  sigh'd  that  suffering  was  my  share, 
While  Gospel  news  to  spread  I  roam'd, 

Ah!  such  a  life  my  Master  ted, 
Nor  place  had  he  to  rest  his  head. 

7  Nor  do  I  grieve"  those  toils  to  trace 

That  made  my  journey  shorter  through; 
But  glory  that,  from  place  to  place, 
I  thus  the  Gospel  trumpet  blesv; 
And  even  now  my  years  are  more 
Than  those  my  Savior  pass'd  of  yore. 


218  THE     HARP. 

8  Ah!  if  around  the  pensive  heart 

I've  kindled  hopes  that  ne'er  will  fail, 
That  blunt  the  monster's  piercing  dart, 
And  light  up  glory  in  his  vale; 

If  I  have  spread  Immanuel's  name, 
All  loss  I  reckon  more  than  gain. 

168.    The  Storm  and  the  Judgment. 

BY   DR.   WATTS. 

1  T76THEN  the  fierce  north  wind, 

With  its  airy  forces, 
Rears  up  the  Baltic  to  a  foaming  fury; 
And  the  red  lightning, 
With  a  storm  of  hail  comes 

Rushing  amain  down, 

2  How  the  poor  sailors 

Stand  amazed  and  tremble, 
While  the  hoarse  thunder  like  a  bloody  trumpet 
Roars  a  loud  onset 
To  the  gaping  waters, 

Quick  to  devour  them-. 

3  Such  shall  the  noise  be, 

And  the  wild  disorder — 
If  things  eternal  may  be  like  these  earthly*  * 
Such  the  dire  terror, 
When  the  great  archangel 

Shakes  the  creation, 

4  Tears  the  strong  pillars 

Of  the  vault  of  heaven, 
Breaks  up  old  marble,  the  repose  of  princes— 


THE    HARP.  219 

See  the  graves  open, 
And  the  bones  arising 

Flames  all  around  'em. 

D  Hark!  the  shrill  outcry 
Of  the  guilty  wretches; 
Lively  bright  horror  and  amazing  anguish 
Stare  through  their  eyelids, 
While  the  living  worm  lies 

Gnawing  within  them, 

6  Thoughts,  like  old  vultures, 

Prey  upon  their  heart  string?, 
And  the  smart  twinges,  when  the  eye  beholds  the 
Lofty  Judge  frowning, 
And  a  Hood  of  vengeance 

Rolling  before  him. 

7  Hopeless  immortals! 

How  they  scream  and  shiver, 
While  devils  push  them  to  the  pit  wide  yawning, 
Hideous  and  gloomy, 
To  receive  them  headlong 

Down  to  the  centre. 

8  Stop  here,  my  fancy! 

All  away, ye  horrid,, 
Doleful  ideas!     Come,  arise  to  Jesus — 
How  he  sits  God-like, 
And  the  saints  around  him, 

Throned,  yet  adoring 


220  THE    HARP. 

9  O,  may  I  sit  there, 

When  he  comes  triumphant, 
Dooming  the  nations — then  ascend  to  glory, 
While  our  hosannahs 
All  along  the  passage 

Shout  the  Redeemer. 
169.    The   Prevalence  of  Prayer. 
1   'Vl/rHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet, 
In  coming  to  the  mercy  seat; 
But  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer* 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there. 

CHORUS. 

Then  pray  on  brethren,  sisters,  too, 
The  heavenly  land  keep  still  in  view. 

S  Prayer  makes  the  darkest  clouds  withdraw; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw: 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright: 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words?  ah,  think  again — 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain,. 
And  fill  your  fellow-creatures'  ears, 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  cares. 

5  Were  half  the  time  that's  vainly  spent, 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  songs  would  oft'ner  be, 
Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  forme. 


THE    HARP.  221 

1 76.    The  Beggar. 

1  ¥^NCOURAGED  by  thy  word 

Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
"Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door; 
No  hand,  no  heart,  O  Lord,  but  thine, 
Can  help,  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  The  beggar's  usual  plea, 

Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  wouldst  disdain. 
But  those  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 

3  I  have  no  right  to  say, 

That  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  once  there  was  a  day 

When  I  possessed  more. 
Thou  knowest  from  my  very  birth 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess, 

As  beggars  often  do; 
Though  great  is  my  distress, 

My  faults  have  been  but  few; 
If  thou  should'st  leave  my  soul  to  starve, 
It  would  be  what  I  well  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 

I  never  begged  before; 
Or  if  thou  now  befriend 


222  THE    HARP 


I'll  trouble  thee  no  more. 
Thou  often  hast  relieved  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 

For  such  a  wretch  as  I, 

No  less  than  children's  food 

My  soul  can  satisfy. 

Oh,  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go; 

I  must  have  all  thou  canst  bestow. 

7  Nor  can  T  willing  be  § 

Thy  bounties  to  conceal 
From  others,  who  like  me, 
Their  wants  and  hungpr  feel. 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercies'  store, 
And  try  to  send  ten  thousand  more. 

8  Thy  ways,  Thou  only  Wise, 

Our  ways  and  thoughts  transcend, 
Far  as  the  arched  skies 

Above  this  earth  extend. 
Such  pleas  as  mine,  men  would  not  hear; 
But  G«»d  receives  the  Beggar's  Prayer. 

171.    Naaman  Ike  Leper. 
1  "OEFORE  Elisha'sgate 

The  Syrian  leper  stood, 
But  could  not  brook  to  wait; 

He  deem'd  himself  too  good: 
He  thought  the  Prophet  would  attend, 
And  not  to  him  a  message  send, 


THE    HARP.  223 

2  Have  I  this  journey  come, 

And  will  lie  not  be  seen'? 
I  \vei>'  as  well  at  home, 

Would  washing  make  me  clean: 
Why  most  I  wash  in  Jordan's?  flood] 
Damascus'  rivers  are  as  good. 

3  Thus  by  his  foolish  pride 

He  almost  miss'd  a  cure; 
But  yet  at  length  he  tried, 

And  found  the  method  sure. 
Soon  as  his  ;>ride  was  brought  to  yield, 
His  leprosy  was  quickly  healed. 

4  Leprous  and  proud  as  he, 

To  Jesus  thus  I  came, 
From  sin  to  set  me  free. 

When  first  I  heard  his  fame, 
Surely  thought  I,  my  pompous  train- 
Of  vows  and  tears  will  notice  gain. 

5  My  heart  devised  the  way 

Which  I  supposed  he'd  take; 
And  when  1  found  delay, 

Was  ready  to  go  back. 
Had  he  some  painful  task  enjoin'd, 
I  to  peformance  seem'd  inclined. 

6  When  by  his  word  he  spake, 

That  fountain  open'd — see, 
'Twas  open'd  for  thy  sake; 
Go  wash,  and  thou  art  free: 


224  THE    HARP 


Oh,  how  did  my  proud  heart  gainsay: 
I  feared  to  trust  this  simple  way. 

7  At  length,  I  trial  made, 

When  I  had  much  endured; 
The  message  I  obey'd: 

I  wash'd,  and  I  was  cured! 
Sinners,  this  healing  fountain  try* 
Which  cleansed  a  wretch  so  vile  as  I. 


172.   Give  thyself  to  Prayer. 

1  TESUS,  my  pattern  and  my  Guide! 

O,  let  me  at  thy  feet  abide, 
And  on  thee  cast  my  erery  care 
And  daily  give  myself  to  Prayer. 

2  While  I'm  sojourning  here  below, 
Where,  blessed  Lord — where  can  I  go, 
But  to  thy  throne,  and  worship  there, 
And  dally  give  myself  to  Prayer? 

3  Ye?,  at  thy  footstool,  Lord,  J'Jl  wait, 
And  tell  thee  all  my  mournful  state; 
My  sins  and  wants,  and  fears  declare, 
And  daily  give  myself  to  Prayer. 

4  Though  Satan  rages  at  my  soul, 
And  thund'ring  tempests  o'er  me  roll, 
To  seek  the  Lord  I'll  not  forbear; 
But  daily  give  myself  to  Prayer. 

9  Still  in  the  strength  of  sovereign  grace, 
I'll  wait  and  seek  my  Savior'i  face; 


THE    HARP.  225 


And  soon  a  glorious  crown  I'll  wear; 
'Till  then  I'll  give  myself  to  Prayer. 

173.  Nought  like  Religio?i. 

1  TESUS  to  every  willing  mind, 

Opens  a  heavenly  treasure; 
In  him  the  sons  of  sorrow  find 

Sources  of  real  pleasure. 
See  what  employments  men  pursue, 
Then  you  will  own  my  words  are  true; 
Jesus  alone  unfolds  to  view 

Sources  of  real  pleasure. 

2  Poor  are  the  joys  that  fools  esteem; 

Fading  and  transitory; 
Mirth  is  as  fleeting  as  a  dream, 

Or  a  delusive  story; 
Luxury  leaves  a  sting  behind, 
Wounding  the  body  and  the  mind: 
Only  in  Jesus  can  we  find 

Pleasure  and  solid  glory. 

3  Learning,  that  boasting,  glittering  thing, 

Scarcely  is  worth  possessing; 
Riches,  forever  on  the  wing, 

Scarce  can  be  call'd  a  blessing; 
Fame  like  a  shadow  (lies  away; 
Titles  and  dignities  decay; 
Nought  but  religion  can  display 

Joys  that  are  freed  from  trouble. 


226  THE    HARP 


4  Beauty,  with  all  its  gaudy  show, 

Is  but  a  painted  bubble: 
Short  are  the  triumphs  wit  bestows; 

Full  of  deceit  and  trouble: 
-Sensual  pleasures  swell  desire 
Just  as  the  fuel  feeds  the  fire. 
Religion  can  real  bliss  inspire; 

Bliss  that  is  worth  possessing. 

174.    The  Jubilee. 

1  TTE/'HAT  heavenly  music  do  I  heart 

Salvation  sounding  free! 
Ye  so»ls  in  bondage,  lend  an  ear; 
This  is  the  jubilee! 

2  How  sweetly  doth  the  tidings  roll 

Around  from  sea  to  sea; 
From  land  to  land;  from  pole  to  pole; 
This  is  the  jubilee! 

3  Good  news,  good  news  to  Adam's  race! 

Let  Christians  all  agree, 
To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace; 
This  is  the  jubilee! 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 

To  all  in  misery, 
And  bids  them  welcome  home  in  peace; 
This  is  the  jubilee! 

5  Jesus  is  on  the  mercy  seat; 

Before  him  bend  the  knee: 


THE    HARP.  227 

Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat, 
This  is  the  jubilee! 

6. Sinners,  be  wise,  return  and  come; 
Unto  the  Savior  flee; 
The  spirit  bids  you  welcome  home: 
This  is  the  jubilee! 

7  Come,  ye  redeem'd!  your  tribute  bring, 
With  songs  of  harmony; 
While  on  the  road  to  Canaan  sing; 
This  is  the  jubilee! 

- —  -^.* 

175.    The  Christian  Soldier. 
4    SOLDIER,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made, 
Thou  art  my  Captain,  King  and  Head; 
And  under  thee  I  mean  to  fight 
The  fight  of  faith  with  all  my  might. 
The  Cross,  all  stain'd  with  hallo w'd  blood, 
The  ensign  of  our  conquering  Lord, 
The  Christian  soldier's  standard  is, 
And  I  will  fight  for  King  Jesus. 

Thou  art  my  Guard;  keep  me  I  pray, 
That  I  may  walk  the  narrow  wav; 
Nor  from  my  duty  e'er  depart, 
But  live  to  Christ  with  all  my  heart; 
Help  me  to  keep  my  guardian  dress 
And  march  to  the  right  in  holiness. 
O,  make  me  pure  and  spotless  too, 
And  fit  to  pass  the  grand  review. 


228  THE    HARP 


3  Grant  me  the  arrows  of  thy  word, 
The  Spirit's  powerful  two-edg'd  sword, 
To  slay  my  foes  where'er  they  be, 
And  own  the  victory  won  by  thee; 
That  I  a  duteous  child  may  be, 

To  stand  and  fight  the  enemy, 

And  when  the  alarm's  to  call,  the  Lord 

May  pass  the  word  unto  the  guard. 

4  And  when  our  General  he  shall  come, 
With  sound  of  trumpet,  not  with  drum, 
And  when  our  well-dress'd  ranks  shall  stand, 
In  full  review  at  God's  right  hand, 

And  when  the  enemy  gets  the  route, 
Are  wheel'd  by  him  to  the  left  about, 
There  we'll  march  up  the  heavenly  street, 
And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet. 

5  Then  war  '11  be  o'er,  and  we'll  be  free 
To  join  the  blood-wash'd  company; 
Our  wages  shall  be  crowns  of  Gold 
And  joys  of  heaven  that  can't  be  told. 
Then  like  our  glorious  Lord  we'll  shine, 
In  heavenly  concert  we  shall  join, 
And  praises  on  the  highest  key 

Shall  be  our  theme  eternally. 

176.    The  Saints'  Sweet  Home. 
1  TWf  ID  scenes  of  confusion,  and  creature  com- 
plaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul,  is  communion  with 
saints: 


THE    HARP.  223 


To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy,  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus;  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet*  sweet  home; 
Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  heaven,  my  home; 
Sweet  bonds   that  unite  all   the  children  of 

peace, 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot 

cease: 
Tho'  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam^ 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory,  at  home. 

Farewell,  vain  amusements,  my  follies  adieu, 
YVhi'e  Jesus  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view; 
I  feast  on  the   pleasures  that  flow  from   his 

throne,- 
The  foretaste  of  heaven — sweet   heaven,  my 

home. 
The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 
The  time  is  approaching1,  when  Jesus  will  say 
"Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 

throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 
Affliction  and  sorrow  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more; 
Their  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Savior,  forever  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  «weet  home; 
Prepare  me,  dear  Savior,  for  heaven,  my  home. 


230  THE    HARP. 

177.   Spread  of  the  Gospel. 

1  TTEAR  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounding 

Louder  than  the  ocean's  roar; 
Hear  it  from  the  hills  resounding, 
Break  in  music  on  the  shore: 
Hear  it,  mourner, 
Let  thy  sorrows  flow  no  more. 

2  Where  the  Gothic  altars  solemn, 

Fed  a  feeble  flickering  flame, 
Wesley,  leaning  on  a  column, 

Call'd  on  God — his  Savior's  name: 
Then  from  heaven 
Fires  of  living  glory  came. 

3  Brighter  with  his  mission  glowing, 

Earth  grew  sweet  with  Sharon's  rose; 
Songs  like  those  of  Eden  flowing, 

Broke  the  rubric's  dull  repose: 
Then  in  power, 
Banner — star,  and  cross,  arose. 

4  See  another  angel  flying 

O'er  the  broad  Ailantic  wave, 
As  he  lifts  his  trumpet,  crying 

Jesus  came  a  world  to  save. 
Happy  tidings, 
Millions  in  the  fountain  lave. 

5  O'er  the  silver  lake  Simcoe, 

Hoar  the  Indian  chorus  swell, 


T  H  E    H  A  R  P  .  23  1 

Softly  blending  with  night's  echo — 
All  these  strains  of  Jesus  tell: 
Precious  music — 
Like  the  gush  of  Elim's  well. 

6  Blessed  Jesus,  reign  forever,    • 
Seated  high  nn  victory's  car; 
Bend  the  nations  to  thy  sceptre, 
Wave  thine  ensigns  from  afar: 
Hallelujah,  , 

Thou  art  Christ — the  Morning  Star. 

178.    The  hour  of  Prayer. 

BY  MRS.     HE  MANS. 

1  /^HILD,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play, 

While  the  red  light  fades  away  — 
Mother,  with  thine  earnest  eye 

Ever  foli'wing  silently — 
Father,  by  the  breeze  of  eve, 

Call'd  thy  harvest  work  to  leave — 
Pray,  e'er  yet  the  dark  hours  be, 
Lift  the  heart  and  bend  the  knee. 

2  Traveller,  in  the  stranger's  land, 

Far  from  thine  own  household  band — 
Mourner,  haunted  by  the  tone 

Of  a  voice  from  this  world  gone — 
Captive,  in  whose  narrow  cell 

Sunshine  hath  not  leave  to  dwell — 
Sailor,  on  the  dark'ning  sea, 
Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee. 


232  THE     HARP.  

3  Warrior,  that  from  battle  won, 
Breathest  now  at  set  of  sun — 

.Woman,  o'er  the  lowly  slain, 
Weeping  on  his  burial  plain — 

Ye-  that  triumph — ye  that  sigh, 
Kindred  by  one  holy  tie — 

Hoaven's  first  Star  alike  ye  see, 

Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee. 

179.    Loving  Kindness. 

1  A  WAKE  my  soul  in  joyous  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise: 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
Lis  loving  kindness,  O  how  free. 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  by  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all: 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  great. 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along; 

His  loving  kindness,  O  how  strong. 

4  When  trouble,   like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thunders  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good. 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart; 


THE    HARP.  233 

But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  shall  fail; 
O,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 

7  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
Afid  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindnoss,  in  the  skies. 

180.    The  Worth  of  Truth. 

1  rj"MlE  worth  ol  truth.no  tongue  can  tell; 

'Twill  do  to  buy,  but  not  to  sell; 
A  large  estate  that  soul  has  got, 
Who  buys  the  truth,  and  sells  it  not. 

2  Truth,  like  a  diamond,  shines  most  fair, 
More  rich  than  pearls  and  rubies  are; 
More  worth  than  gold  or  silver  coin, 

O,  may  it  always  in  us  shine. 

3  'Tis  truth  that  binds,  and  truth  makes  free; 
It  sets  the  soul  at  liberty 

From  sin  and  Satan's  heavy  chain, 
And  then  within  the  heart  doth  reiom. 


Tl 


That  doth  all  freedom  else  exceed; 
Freedom  from  guilt,  freedom  from  wo, 
And  never  more  need  bondage  know. 


234  THE    HARP 


5  O,  happy  the}',  who  in  their  youth 

Are  brought  to  know  and  love  the  truth; 
For  none  but  those  whom  truth  makes  free, 
Can  e'er  enjoy  true  liberty. 

6  Truth,  like  a  girdle,  let  us  wear, 
And  always  kf  ep  it  clean  and  fair; 
And  never  let  it  once  be  told, 
That  truth  by  ns  was  ever  sold. 


181.   In  Me  ye  shall  have  Peace. 

1  "V^E  Saints  attend  the  Savior's  voice., 

Spoke  in  his  word  of  grace: 
He  says — and   in  it,  O  rejoice, 
"In  Me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

2  Though  sterms  and  tempests  round  you  roar, 

And  foes  and  fears  increase, 
He  says — and  what  could  he  say  morel 
"In  Me,  ye  shall  have  peace." 

3  What  though  afflictions  still  abound, 

And  troubles  still  increase, 
He  says — and  O,  how  sweet  the  sound, 
illn  Me,  ye  shall  have  peace." 

4  What  tho'  your  hearts  with  sorrow  bleed, 

And  sighs  and  tears  increase, 

He  says — and  O,  'tis  true  indeed, 

"In  Me,  ye  shall  have  peace." 

5  Tho'  you  shall  pass  thro'  death's  cold  flood, 

To  gain  your  wished  release, 


THE     HARP.  '235 


He  snys — unci  sure,  he'll  make  it  good, 
"In  Me,  ye  shall  have  peace." 

6  When  yon  hie  face  in  glory  view, 
Where  joy  can  ne'er  decrease, 

Eternity  shall  prove  it  true, 
"In  file,  ye  shall  hare  peace." 

1.   A  Hope  in  Heaven. 
VI" HEN  pulse  heats  low,  and  cheeks  grow  pale, 
And  storms  of  life  are  fiercely  driven, 
When  fairest  prospects  quickly  fail, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  Heaven.        , 

2  When  friends  that  seemed  most  near  and  dear, 
Are  from  our  bosoms  swiftly  riven, 
And  life's  bright  joys  in  gloom  appear, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  Heaven. 

'A  When  lone  and  wand'rmg  far  from  home, 
No  kind  relief  to  us  given: 
Oh,  what  would  then  of  us  become, 
If  we  had  not  a  hope  in  Heaven? 

4  And  when  the  end  is  drawing  nigh 

Of  life,  through  which  we  lonsr  have  striven, 
And  we  at  last  must  droop  and  die, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  Heaven. 

1  S3.    Class  Meeting. 
1  i^OMtt  my  brethren  dear, 

Since  we  now  have  met  here 
For  to  tell  what  we've  met  since  here  last; 


23d 


THE    HARP 


'Mongst  the  rest  I  do  rise, 
Being  bound  for  the  skies, 
For  to  tell  through  what  conflicts  I've  pass'd. 

2  My  friends  have  tried  each  scheme, 

Once  more  to  make  me  dream 
About  happiness  here  upon  earth: 

But  I've  glory  in  my  view, 

And  my  journey  I'll  pursue,- 
And  by  grace  travel  on  until  death: 

3  Satan  has  tried  his  force 

*     For  to  stop  up  my  course, 
And  direct  me  in   some  other  way: 

The  world  hath  strove  in  vain, 

My  affections  to  gain, 
And  once  more  to  lead  me  astray. 

4  Many  times  I  do  sigh, 

And  often  weep  and  cry, 
Through  troubles  of  various  kinds; 

But  blessed  be  the  Lord, 

I  am  told  in  his  word 
That  an  end  of  my  conflicts  I'll  find, 

5  O,  it  will  not  be  long 

Till  I  shall  change  my  song 
From  sighs  and  from  groans,  unto  praise; 

With  the  angels  I'll  meet, 

To  walk  the  golden  street, 
And  join  with  bright  saints  in  their  lays 


THE    HARP. 


6  My  friends,  I  want  to  go 

And  leave  all  things  below; 
While  I  view  them  singing  above, 

I  want  to  walk  the  plains, 

And  in  more  exalted  strains, 
To  praise  the  Redeemer  I  love. 

7  Now  we'll  sing  Closes'  song, 

While  we  do  march  along, 
And  the  gates  of  the  city  pass  through; 
Bearing  palms  in  our  hands, 
And  bright  crowns  on  our  heads, 
Wearing  white  robes  of  righteousness,  too.  ' 

.  , s , . 

184.  A  Miracle  of  Grace. 

1  "OF AIL,  my  ever  blessed  Jesus! 

Only  thjge  I  wish  to  sing; 
To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King; 
O,  what  mercy  flows  from  heaven, 

O,  what  joy  and  happiness! 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcern'd  in  sin  I  lay, 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing 

Till  my  Savior  pass'd  that  way. 
Witness,  all  ye  host  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness: 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  g.tacc. 
i 


238  T  II  E    IIAKP. 

•   '-■--'       —  - 

3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir; 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthron'd  above, 
Whilst  astouish'd  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 
That  blest  moment  I  received  him, 

Fill'd  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace. 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

185.   God  is  Love. 

1  "Cf  ARTH  with  her  ten  thousand  flower?, 

Air  with  its  beams  and  showers* 
Ocean's  infinite  expanse, 
Heaven's  resplendent  countenance; 
All  around  and  all  above, 
Hath  this  record — "God  is  Love." 

2  Sounds  among  the  vales  ami  hills,' 
In  the  woods  and  by  the  rills, 
Of  the  breeze  and  of  the  bird, 

,  By  the  gentle  murmur  stirr'd, 
All  these  songs,  beneath,  above, 
Have  one  burden — "God  is  Love." 

3  All  the  hopes  and  fears  that  start 
From  the  fountain  of  the  heart, 
All  the  bliss  that  lies 

In  our  human  sympathies; 
These  are  voices  from  above, 
Sweetly  whispering — "God  is  Love." 


THE    HARP.  239 

186.    Great  Redeemer. 

1  4~^  REAT  Redeemer,  friend  of  sinners, 

Thou  hast  wondrous  power  to  save; 
Grant  me  grace  and  still  protect  me, 
Over  life's  tempestuous  wave. 

2  May  my  soul,  with  sacred  transport, 

View  the  dawn  while  yet  afar, 
And  until  the  Sun  arises, 

Lead  me  by  the  Morning  Star. 

3  Oh,  what,  madness — Oh,  what  fully, 

That  my  heart  should  go  astray, 
After  vain  and  foolish  trifles; 
Trifles  only  of  a  day. 

4  This  vain  world  with  all  its  pleasures, 

Very  soon  will  be  no  more: 
There's  no  objeet  worth  admiring, 
But  the  God  whom  we  adore. 

5  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting-, 

On  the  banks  beyond  the  stream;       t 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 
Jesus,  Jesus — is  their  theme. 

6  Hark!  they  whisper — hear!  they  call  me; 

"Sister  spirit,  come  away!" 
Lo!  I  come!  earth  can't  contain  me: 
Hail  ye  realms  of  endless  day! 

7  Swiftly  roll,  ye  lingering1  hours; 

Seraphs,  lend  your  glittering  wings. 


240  i  if  |    ii  a  R  r 


Love  absorbs  my  ransom'd  po  . 

Heavenly  sounds  around  me  ring. 
f.  8  Worlds  of  light  and 

Tar  above  yon  azure 
Though  by  faith  In  i  you, 

I'll  i  jh. 


i 

1  (f  1<>  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Vo  that  feel  the  tempter's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflicts  see! 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour, 
Turn  not  !  away; 

Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment  ball, 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned! 
O,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall; 

O,  the  pains  his  soul  sustained! 
Slum  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb; 

There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  lime, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete. 
It  is  finish'd!  hear  him  cry: 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom! 


THE     HARP.  241 


WliO  hath  taken  him  away! 
Christ  is  risen!  He  meets  our  eyes! 
S;i\;or,  toaoh  us  so  to  ri«e. 

188.   Can  ice  Forget? 

1  TESUS,  thy  love  shall  we  forget, 

And  never  bring  to  mind 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find? 

CHORUS. 

Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  ice  re  laid 

On  thie — alone  on  thee. 
Thy  'precious  blood  our  ransom  paid, 

Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget — 

Thy  fainting,  and  thy  prayer — 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors   wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair! 

3  Gethsemane!  Can  we  forget 

Thy  struggling  agony 
WhpJi  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee? 

4  Can  we  the  platted  crown  forget — 

The  buffeting  and  shame — 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 
And  earth  reviled  thy  name? 

5  The  nails — the  spear — can  we  forget 

The  agonizing  cry — 
"My  God!    My  Father!  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  die?" 


242  THE    HARP. 

6  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget, 
Our  kindred  cease  to  love; 
But  he  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 

CHORUS. 

Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid,  6fC. 

189.    See  the  Lord  of  Glonj. 

1  QEE  the  Lord  of  Glory  dying! 

See  him  gasping,  hear  him  crying; 

See  his  burthen'd  bosom  heave, 
Look,  ye  sinners,  ye  that  hung  him, 
Look,  how  deep  your  sins  have  stung  him! 

Dying  sinners,  look  and  live. 

2  See  the  rocks  and  mountains  quaking, 
Earth  unto  her  centre  shaking, 

Nature's  groans  awake  the  dead: 
Look  on  Phoebus,  struck  with  wonder, 
While  the  peals  of  legal  thunder 

Smite  the  dear  Redeemer's  head. 

3  Heaven's  bright  melodious  legions 
Chanting  through  the  tuneful  regions, 

Cease  to  trill  the  quivering  string; 
Songs  seraphic  all  suspended 
Till  the  mighty  war  was  ended 

By  the  all  victorious  King. 

4  Death,  and  all  the  powers,  infernal, 
Banished  by  the  King  Eternal, 

•  When  he  nourcd  the  vital  flood; 


T  II  E     H  A  U  P  . 


By  his  groans  which  shook  creation; 
L  !   we  sound  the  proclamation; 
Peace  and  pardon  by  his  blood. 

it,  ye  saints,  with  admiration, 
Fill  with  son  .js  the  wide  creation, 

Since  lie's  risen  from  the  grave. 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation 
To  the  Rock  of  your  salvation, 

Who  alone  has  power  to  save. 

ti  Then  bear  with  patience,  tribulationy 
Overcoming  all  temptation, 

Till  the  glorious  jubilee. 
Soon  he'll  come  with  bursts  of  thunder, 
Then  shall  we  adore  and  wonder, 

Si::ging  on  the  highest  key. 

100.   GetAsemane. 

1  TESUS,  while  he  dwelt  below, 

As  divine  historians  say, 
To  a  place  would  often  go; 
Near  to  Kedron's  brook  it  lay, 
In  that  place  he  loved  to  be, 
And  'twas  named  Gothsemane. 

2  Full  of  love  to  man's  lost  race, 
On  the  conflict  much  he  thought, 
This  he  knew  the  destined  place, 
And  he  loved  the  sacred  spot: 
Therefore  'twas  he  liked  to  be 
Often  in  Gethsemane. 


244  THE    HARP 


3  Came- at  length  the  dreadful  night; 
Vengeance  with  its  iron  rod, 
Stood,  and  with  collected  might, 
Bruis'd  the  harmless  Lamb  of  God; 
See,  my  soul,  thy  Savior  see, 
Grov'ling  in  Gethsemane. 

4  There  my  Savior  bore  my  sins, 
This  by  faith  can  be  believed; 
But  the  sorrows  which  he  felt 
Are  loo  vast  to  be  conceived. 
None  can  penetrate,  through  thee, 
Doleful,  dark  Gethsemane. 

5  Sins  against  a  Holy  God, 

Sins  against  his  righteous  laws, 
Sins  against  his  love — his  blood, 
Sins  against  his  name  and  cause, 
Sins  immense  as  is  the  sea, 
Hide  me,  Oh,  Gethsemane! 

6  Savior  all  the  stone  remove, 
From  my  flinty,  frozen  heart: 
Thaw  it  with  the  beams  of  love, 
Pierce  it  with  a  blood-dipt  dart; 
Wound  the  heart  that  wounded  thee, 
Melt  me  in  Gethsemane. 

191.   He  hath  done  all  things  Well. 
1    jV  OW,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 

To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  raise; 
With  all  the  saints,  I'll  join  to  tell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 


THE    HARP.  245 


2  All  works,  his  glorious  power  confess, 

His  wisdom,  all  his  works  express; 

But  O,  his  love,  what  tongue  can  tell! 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well, 

3  I  spurned  his  grace,  I  broke  his  laws, 

But  yet  he  undertook  my  cause 
To  save  me,  though  I  did  rebel; 

My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well, 

4  At  last  my  soul  hath  known  his  love, 

What  mercy  hath   he  made  me  prove: 
Mercy,  which  doth  all  praise  excel — 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

5  Though  many  a  fiery  flaming  dart 

Be  aimed  to  wound  me  to  the  heart, 
With  this,  I  all  their  rage  repel: 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

6  Soon  I  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death, 

And  in  his  arms  resign  my  breath; 
Yet  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well, 

7  And  when  to  that  bright  world  I  rise, 

And  join  the  seraphs  in  the  skis, 
Above  the  rest  this  note  shall  swell, 
Mv  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 


O 


192.  How  is  it  Now? 
WHERE  are  the  men  with  virtue  endow'd, 
To  live,  as  did  then,  the  servants  of  God? 


246  THE    HARP 


The  ancient  example,  who  shows  us  again, 
Courageous  to  trample  on  pleasure  and  pain. 

2  O  Jesus,  on  us  the  blessing  bestow, 

Us  little  ones  choose,  thy  glory  to  show, 
In  this  generation  thy  witnesses  raise, 
The  heirs  of  salvation — the  vessels  of  grace. 

3  Accept  our  desire,  and  give  us  thy  love, 
Thy  children  inspire  with  faith  from  above: 
Purge  out  the  old  leaven,  and  early  convert, 
And  open  a  heaven  of  grace  in  each  heart. 

4  Begotten  again,  and  principled  right, 

Good  works  to  maintain,  and  walk  in  thy  light, 
We  then  shall  recover  that  vigor  of  grace, 
And  gladly  live  over  those  primitive  days. 

5  Our  moments  below  shall  pleasantly  glide, 
While  nothing  we  know,   but  Christ  crucified; 
Our  whole  conversation  in  songs  shall  approve 
Thy  wonderful    passion — thy  ransoming  love. 

6  And  if  we  must  win  the  crown  like  our  Lord, 
And  strive  against  sin,  resisting  to  blood, 

We  more  than  victorious  o'er  death  shall  arise/ 
All  happy  and  glorique,  with  Christ,  in  tlio  ;*kips. 

193.   Prayer  against  Pride. 
1   I"   ORDf  search  and  try  this  heart  of  mine, 
Put  every  sin  to  death: 
I  long  to  see  my  pride  resign 
Its  pestilential  breath, 


T  H  E    H  A  R  P.  247 

2  I  dread  its  power,  I  hate  its  name, 

Its  sad  effects  I  fear: 
Extinguish,  Lord,  this  dangerous  flame, 
Nor  let  one  spark  appear. 

3  Hide  it  forever  from  my -eyes, 

Its  hellish  rage  control, 
Lest  wrath  destructive  from  the  skies, 
Consume  my  guilty  soul. 

4  In  dust  and  ashes  I  would  lie, 

As  less — as  worse  than  nought, 
And  mourn  that  such  a  wretch  as  I 
Should  have  one  haughty  thought. 

5  Form,  Lord,  each  motion  of  my  heart, 

Obedient  to  thy  will; 
In  thee,  the  humble  soul  has  part, 
My  breast,  let  meekness  fill. 

194.   Hy  an  thus,  or  a  description  of  a  young 
Minister  of  the  Oneida  Conference. 

BY    REV.  SETH    MATTISON. 

1   T   OXG  since  with  blest  emotion 

I  saw  Hyanthus  rile, 
His  look  inspired  devotion, 

And  fixed  my  roving  eyes; 
On  Zion's  flmv'ry  mountains 

I  saw  his  cohort  move, 
And  heard  them  chant  the  fountain 

Of  everlasting  love. 


248  THE    HARP 


2  On  that  exalted  station 

His  bannergravely  flowed; 
The  trumpet  of  salvation 

Aloud  the  herald  Mowed; 
And  thousands  there  assembled, 

Lur'd  by  the  joyful  sound, 
And  hostile  banners  trembled, 

And  fell  on  holy  ground. 

3  The  hallovv'd  notes  prevailing, 

Compass'd  the  troubled  air; 
The  sound  of  truth  unfailing, 

Revived  supine  despair; 
And  souls  from  deadly  slumbers 

Were  roused  to  life  and  light; 
And  holy,  happy  numbers 

Exulted  at  the  sight. 

4  Midst  songs  and  shouts  of  rapture, 

Long  has  Hyanthus  shone 
To  lure,  alarm,  and  capture; 

He's  still  in  Zion  known, 
To  quell  the  rage  of  madness, 

Extract  the  poison'd  dart, 
And  pour  the  oil  of  gladness 

Upon  the  aching  heart. 

5  He  glows,  a  priest  anointed — 

Js  like  his  Master  mild; 
He  holds  his  place  appointed, 

With  garments  undefiled. 
He,  trembling,  points  to  Sinai, 


f  H  E    HARP.  249 


And  fearful  lightnings  glare; 

Then  opes  the  scene  of  Calv'ry, 

And  shows  us  refuge  there. 

195.  New  Year. 

1  i^OME,  let  us  anew,  our  journey  pursue, 

Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still 
Till  the  Master  appear; 
His  adorable  will  lot  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope, 
And  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  as  a  dream,  our  time,  as  a  stream, 

Glides  swiftly  away; 
And  the  fugitive  moment 
Refuses  to  stay. 
The  arrow  is  flown,  the  moment  is  gone, 
The  millenial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view 
And  eternity's  here. 

3  O,  that  each  in  the  day  of  his  coming  may  say, 

"I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finished  the  work 
*     Thou  didst  give  me  to  do!" 
O,  that  each  from  his  Lord  may  receive  the 
glad  word, 
"Well  and  faithfully  done, 
Enter  into  my  joy 
And  sit  down  on  my  throned* 


250  THE    HARP 


196.  Lord,  Save,  or  ice  Perish. 

1  \XT  HEN  through  the  torn  sail 

The  wild  tempest  is  streaming — 
"When  o'er  the  dark  wave 

The  red  lightning  is  gleaming. 
Nor  hope  lends  a  ray. 

The  poor  seamen  to  cherish — ■ 
We  fly  to  our  Maker; 

Save!  Lord,  or  we  perish. 

2  O  Jesus,  once  tossed 

On  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek 

Of  despair  from  thy  pillovr. 
Now  seated  in  glory, 

The  mariner  cherish 
Who  cries  in  his  danger, 

Save!  Lord,  or  we  perish. 

3  And  oh!  when  the  whirlwind 

Of  passion  is  raging, 
When  hell  in  our  heart 

His  wild  warfare  is  waging, 
Arise,  in  thy  strength, 

Thy  redeemed  to  cherish: 
Rebuke  the  destroyer; 

Sue!  Lord,  or  we  perish. 

197.  To  the  Help  of  the  Lord. 
1  ~\r  E>  people  away, 

Nor  talk  of  delay; 
The  time  for  exertion  is  come: 


THE    HARP.  ~;>l 


The  summons  is  given, 
The  Lord  calls  from  heaven, 
Let  no  man  now  tarry  at  home. 

2  The  Lord  in  his  might 
Has  gone  to  the  Dght; 

And  if  we  should  shrink  from  th~e  toil, 

The  day  will  be  won, 

The  work  will  be  done, 
And  others  will  gather  the  spoil. 

3  And  should  we  decline 
His  standard  to  join, 

Our  slackness  will  meet  its  reward; 

And  wo  they  will  find, 

Who  tarry  behind, 
Nor  goto  the  help  of  the  Lord. 

4  Then  cast  off  delay; 
To  arms!  and  away; 

To  arms!  'tis  the  Lord  gives  the  word. 

With  sword  and  with  shield 

Away,  to  the  field! 
Away,  to  the  help  of  the  Lord. 

198.    The   Mercy  Seat. 

BY  REV.   HUGH   STOWELL. 

1  T^ROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blow?, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat: 
*Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy  seat. 


252  THE    HARP 


2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet: 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy  seat. 

3  There  is  a  place  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend: 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy  seat. 

4  Ah!  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd? 
Or  how  the  host  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy  seat? 

5  There,  there  on  eagle  wing  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  seem  all  no  more, 
And  heav'n  comes  down  our  souls  to  greef, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy  seat. 

6  O,  Tet  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  stillr 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat. 
If  I  forget  the  mercy  seat. 

199.    The  Itinerant  Preacher's  Adieu, 

BY  REV.  S.  MATTISON. 

1     A  DIEU!  my  dear  brethren,  adieu! 
Reluctant  I  give  you  my  hand, 
No  more  to  assemble  with  yoa- 

Till  we  on  Mount  Zion  shall  stand; 
My  heart  swells  with  tender  regret, 
To  leave  your  embraces  so  soon. 


TlfE    HARP.  25! 


Though  heaven  my  course  must  direct, 
And  others  succeed  in  my  room. 

2  Your  acts  of  benevolence  past, 

Your  gentle,  compassionate  love 
Henceforth  in  my  meni'ry  shall  last. 

Though  far  from  your  sight  I  remove, 
While  roving  the  fields  of  the  west, 

When  through  foreign  regions  I  steer, 
Still  friendship  inspiring  my  breast, 

Shall  then  drop  her  own  native  tear. 

3  Our  labors  will  shortly  subside, 

For  vigor  and  life  must  decay; 
But  wisdom  and  truth  shall  abide 

To  pilot  our  souls  on  the  way: 
As  time  rolls  his  seasons  around, 

And  truth  shall  new  teachers  inspire, 
O  may  we  in  love  still  abound, 

And  aFter  new  conquests  aspire. 

4  Our  seasons  of  converse  are  o'er 

Till  mortal  commotions  are  past, 
Till  nature  and  time  are  no  more, 

Or  we  are  in  paradise  blest. 
Sweet  comforting  Spirit!  draw  near, 

And  shed  forth  thy  luminous  rays 
My  parting  reflections  to  cheer, 

And  change  lamentation  to  praise. 

§  O,  may  we  conform  to  his  will, 
Aspiring  for  glory  and  peace 


£54  THE     HARP. 

Our  covenant  vows  to  fulfil, 

Till  Jesus  shall  sign  our  release; 
Till  suddenly  wafted  above 

Where  saints  in  sweet  harmony  meet 
To  feel  all  the  pleasures  of  love, 
And  each  happv  conqupror  greet. 
200.    Camp  Meetings,  a  Blessing. 
1  j^AMP  meetings  with  success  are  crown'd, 
The  Wilderness  and  barren  ground 
Now  blossom  as  the  rose; 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  rising  lilies  kindly  bloom, 
And  heav'nly  wisdom  grows. 

2  The  num'rous  preaching,  praying  host, 
Baptized  with  the  Holy  Ghost, 

The  heavn'ly  standard  raise; 
They  preach,  and  pray,  and  sweetly  sing, 
While  hills,  and  fields,  and  vallies  ring, 

With  the  Creator's  praise. 

3  Now,  sinners  turning  to  the  Lord, 
And  bowing  down  beneath  his  word, 

For  mercy  loudly  cry; 
But  when  they  taste  his  pard'ning  love, 
And  feel  the  witness  from  abore, 

They  rise  and  shout  for  joy. 

♦ 

4  To  Him  who  does  our  hearts  inspire, 

Baptizes  all  our  souls  with  fire, 
And  makes  us  meet  for  heaven, 


TUB    HARP.  2-56 

To  Christ  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on   high, 
Who  rules  the  ocean,  eartli  and  sky, 
Be  endless  praises  giv'n. 

201.    The  Dying  Christian. 

"MY  soul's  full  of  glory, 

Inspiring  my  tongue; 
Could  I  meet  with  angels, 

I'd  sing  them  a  song; 
I'd  sing  of  my  Jesus, 

And  tell  of  his  charms, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me 

To  his  loving  arms. 

Me  thicks'  they're  descending 

To  hear  while  I  sing, 
Well  pleas'd  to  hear  mortals 

A  praising  their  King: 

0  angels!   O  angels! 
My  soul's  in  a  flame, 

1  faint  in  sweet  raptures 
At  Jesus'  name. 

O  Jesus!   dear  Jesus! 

Tliou  balm  of  my  soul! 
'Twas  thou  my  dear  Jesus, 

That  made  my  heart  whole: 
Oh,  bring  me  to  view  thee,"* 

Thou  precious  sweet  King, 
In  oceans  of  glory 

Thy  praises  to  sing, 


256  THE    HARP 


4  O  heaven,  sweet  heaven! 

I  long  to  be  there 
With  angels  my  kindred, 

And  Jesus,  my  dear: 
Come,  angels!     Come,  angels! 

I'm  ready  to  go — 
This  moment  for  heaven 

I'd  leave  all  below. 

5  Sweet  Spirit!  attend  me 

Till  Jesus  shall  come; 
Protect  and  defend  me 

Till  I  am  call'd  home; 
Though  worms  my  poor  body 

May  claim  as  their  prey, 
'Twill  outshine,  when  rising, 

The  sun  at  noon-day. 

6  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory 

Surprises  my  soul, 
I  sink  in  sweet  visions 

To  view  the  bright  goal, 
My  soul,  while  I'm  singing, 

Is  leaping  to  go; 
This  moment  for  heaven 

I'd  leave  all  below. 

7  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren, 

The  Lord  bids  me  come; 
Farewell,  my  dear  sisters, 
I'm  now  going  home, 


THE    HARP.  257 


Bright  angels  are  whisp'ring 
So  sweet  in  my  ear, 

Away  to  my  Saviour 
My  spirit  will  bear. 

8  I'm  going — I'm  going — 

But  what  do  I  see? 
'Tis  Jesus  in  glory 

Appears  onto  me; 
I'm  going,  I'm  going, 

I'm  going,  I'm  gone — 
O   glory!     O  glory! 

'Tis  done!     It  is  done! 


202.   Christian  Union. 

1  I^OME,  brethren  and  sisters, 

Unite  in  a  band 

To  praise  the  dear  Savior: 

Let's  join  heart  and  hand, 
To  tell  of  his  wonders,  and  feast  on  his  love, 
Till  we  are  safe  landed  in  the  mansions  above. 

2  We  will  lord  it  over 

The  conscience  of  none, 

Who  cleave  to  the  Savior, 

And  wickedness  shun; 
Who  love  the  Lord  Jesus,  and  sing  of  his  grace, 
Around    the  Lord's  table,   we'll   meet   them    in 

peace. 

3  The  table  of  Jesus 

With  love  doth  abound: 


258  THE    HARP 


Come,  Christians,  and  lay  all 

Your  prejudice  down, 
And  flock  to  the  table,  like  lambs  of  one  fold, 
And  feast  on  that  love  that  can   never  be  told. 

4  Divisions  and  parties — 

O,  were  they  all  done, 

And  all  the  Lord's  people 

United  in  one, 
You'd  see  then  poor  sinners  would  turn  unto  God, 
And  find  peace  and  pardon  in  Jesus'  blood. 

5  My  heart's  all  on  fire, 

I  long  for  the  time 

When  Christians  in  friendship 

And  union  will  join: 
Come  join  me,  my  brethren,   and  give   me  your 

hand, 
And  we'll  walk  together  to  Canaan's  fair  land. 

6  We'll  join  you  in  singing, 

We'll  join  you  in  prayer, 

We'll  join  you  in  spreading 

The  word  far  and  near: 
We  all   hope  to    meet  you  on    Canaan's  bright 

shore, 
Where  troubles  are  ended,  and  parting's  no  more. 

7  In  the  world  of  bright  glory, 

Encircled  around, 
What  heavenly  anthems 
Forever  will  sound: 


T  11  E     HARi' 


259 


He  hath  bought  us,  he's  bought  us  with  his  pre- 
cious blood, 
From   the  lowest    of  beggars,   to  the  children  of 

G^d. 


203.     The   Convert. 
1  r^OME,  brethren  and  sisters, 
Who  love  my  dear  Ljrd, 
I  pray  give  attention, 
And  ear,  to   my  word: 
What  a  wonder  of  mercy,  behold,  now  I  see; 
What  a  tender,  kind  Savior,   has  done  for    poor 
me. 

2  I  was  led  by  the  Devil, 

Till  lost  and  distress'd 

I  thought  that  in  torment 

I  sure  should  be  ca?t; 
No  peace  to  the  wicked,  but  all  misery, 
Till  by  faith  I  saw  Jesus  hang  bleeding  for  me. 

3  O  sinner,  said  Jesus, 

For  you  I  have  died: 

All  glory  to  Jesus, 

My  soul  then  replied: 
The  guilt  was  removed— my  soul  cried,  rejoice; 
The  blood  was  applied,  the  witness  and  voice. 

4  On  my  low  bended  knees, 

Before  God,  I  did  fall; 
And  glory  to  Jesus, 
for  he's  all  in  all: 


260  THE    HARP 


The  heart  of  his  rebel  was  now  rent  in  twain, 
To  see  my  dear  Jesus,  on  Calvary  filain. 

5  There   was  peace  now  in    heaven,  and   peace 
upon  earth, 
The  angels  rejoice  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth; 

Thy  sins  are  forgiven,  my  Savior  did  say 

O,  witness,  kind  heaven,  on  this  my  birth  day. 

6  My  soul— it  was  humbled— I  fell  to  the  ground; 

The  time  of  refreshing,  at  length  I  have  found: 

O  Lord,    thou  hast  ravish'd  my  soul  with  thy 

charms — 

Let  me  die  like  old  Simeon,  with  Christ  in  my 
arms. 


204.  Amazing  Grace. 

1  AMAZING  £race'  hmv  svveet  t['e  sound 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me; 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found; 
Was  blind— but  now  I  see. 

2  Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace,  my  fears  relieved: 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed. 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come: 
'Twas  grace  that  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  on. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  grace  my  hope  secures, 


THE    HARP. 


26  1 


He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  And  when  this  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail; 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
t  shall  possess  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow,- 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine — 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below,- 
Shall  be  forever  mine. 

205.   Lot  est  Thou  Me  ? 

1  TTARK  !   my  soul — it  is  the  Lord; 

'Tie  thy  Savior — hear  his  word: 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me? 

2  'Twas  I  deliv^r'd  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  wounded,  healed  thy  wound? 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  Can  a  mother's  tender  care 

Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  For  mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 

Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 


262  THE    )(  A  r  r 


5  Thou  shalt  see  my.  glory  soon, 

When  the  work  of  faith  is  done, 
Partners  of  my  throne  shall  he; 
Suy,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ? 

6  My  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 

That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint: 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore — 
O.  for  grace  to  love  thoe  more. 

206.    Climbing  Calvary. 

1  4"|H,  come  my  heart,  and  let  us  take 

An  evening  walk  becoming  thee: 
O,  whither  dost  tlfou  choose 
We  should  take  our  evening  muse  1 
To  Calvary  ?   or  Gethsemane  ] 

2  O,  Calvary  is  a  mountain  high; 
The  climbing  is  too  hard  for  me: 

I  should  choose  an  evening  sleep, 
My  natural  rest  to  keep, 
Before  Calvary,  or  Gethsemane. 

3  O,  it  would  not  appear  such  a  mountain  high, 
Or  difficult  a  task  for  thee, 

If  thou  didst  love  the  Man 
Who  first  laid  the  plan 
Of  climbing  the  mountain  Calvary. 

4  I  had  rather  abide  in  the  pleasant  plain, 
My  gay  companions  there  to  see, 

And  tarry  awhile 
In  the  joys  of  the  world, 
Than  to  climb  up  the  mountain  Calvary. 


T  U  K    HARP.  26S 


5  Your  gay  companions  will  not  long  be; 
Poor  blinded  souls,  could  fhoy  but  sec: 
And  if  ever  you  would  stand 
On  Canaan's  happy  land, 
You  must  first  climb  the   mountain  Calvary. 

G  There  is  no  pleasure  as  I  can  see; 
'Tis  a  sad  and  a  dreary  path  to  me: 

And  I  have  heard  thorn  say 

There  are  lions  in  the  way, 
And  they  lurk  in  the  mountain  Calvary. 

7  It  is  a  straight  and  a  narrow  way, 
And  lions  are  lurking  there  for  thee: 

But  thou  shalt  have  a  guard, 
Yea,  the  angels  of  God 
Shall  conduct  thee  up  mount  Calvary. 

8  I  had  rather  have  ease,  and  live  as  I  please, 
Than  be  afflicted  thus  by  thee: 

When  blooming  youth  is  gone, 
And  old  age  comes  on, 
Then  I  will  climb  the  mountain  Calvary. 

9  Oli!  the  choice  thou  mak'st  will  not  be  good, 
But  will  prove  a  dangerous  task  for  thee: 

When  old  age  comes  on 
With  its  great  load  of  sin, 
Then  how  can  you  climb  up  Calvary? 

10  Oh,  conscience,  ever  making  a  noise, 
I  cannot  enjoy  any  peace,  for  thee: 
There  is  time  enough  yet, 


264  THE    HARP. 


And  the  journey's  not  so  great, 
I  can  soon  climb  the  mountain  Calvary. 

11  But  hark!  I  hear  a  doleful  sound! 
You  surely  should  alarmed  be! 

A  blooming  youth  is  gone, 
And  is  laid  into  the  tomb, 
Who  would  not  climb  the  mountain  Calvary. 

12  Alas,  I  know  not  what  to  do! 
You  greatly  have  alarmed  me! 

For  in  sin  I  have  gone  on, 
Till  I  fear  I  am  undone: 
Lord,  help  me  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

13  Well,  tarry  not  in  all  the  plain, 

Lest  it  prove  a  dangerous  snare  to  thee; 

But  look  up  to  the  Man 

Who  was  slain  for  your  sins, 
And  he'll  help  you  to  climb  up  Calvary. 

207.   Drooping  Souls. 

1  "l^|ROOPING  souls,  no  longer  grieve, 

Heaven  is  propitious; 
If  on  Christ  you  do   believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
Jesus  now  is  passing  by, 

Calling  sinners  to   him:- 
He  was  slain  for  you  and  I, 

Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  Grace's  store  is  always  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden; 


THE    HARP.  265 


Jesus  calls  "come  unto  me, 

Weary — heavy  iladen;" 
Though  your  sins  like  mountains  rise- 
Rise,  and  reach  to  heaven, 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

All  will  be  forgiven. 
3  Now  methinks  I  hear  one  say, 
I  will  go  and  prove  him; 
If  he  take  my  sins  away, 

Surely  I  shall  love  him. 
Now  I  see  the  Father  smile; 
Smiling,  moves  my  burden: 
•All  is  grace,  for  lam  vile, 
Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 

4  Streaming  mercy — how  it  flows! 

Now  I  know  I  feel  it; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
Jesus'  blood  has  healed  my  wounds, 

O,  the  wondrous  story! 
I  was  lost,  but  now  I'm  found, 

Glory,  glory,  glory. 

5  Glory  to  my  Savior's  name- 

Saints  are  bound  to  love  him; 
Mourners,  you  may  do  the  same — 

Only  come  and  prove  him: 
Hasten  to  the  Savior's  blood, 

Feel  it,  and  declare  it; 
O,  that  I  could  sing  so  loud 

That  all  the  world  might  hear  it. 


206  THE    HARP 


7  If  no  greater  joys  are  known, 

In  the  upper  regions, 
I  will  try  to  travel  on 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory's  here,  and  yonder: 
Brightest  seraphs  shout,  amen, 

While  the  angels  uohder! 

208.   How  long  Halt  Ye? 

1  "ITJELAY  not— delay  not— 

O  sinner,  draw  near; 
The  waters  of  life 

Are  now  flowing  for  thee: 
No  price  is  demanded, 

The  Savior  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased— 

Salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not — delay  not 

O  sinner,  to  come, 
For  mercy  still  lingers, 

And  calls  thee  to-day: 
His  voice  is  not  heard 

In  the  vale  of  the  tomb; 
Her  message  unheeded, 

Will  soon  pass  away. 

3  Delay  not — delay  not — 

The  Spirit  of  grace 
Long  grieved  and  resisted, 


T  fl  E    H  A  ft  P  .  £67 

May  take  its  sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness 

Ti>  finUh  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  vale 

Of  eternity's  night. 

4  Delay  not — delay  not — 

The  hour  is  at  hand, 
The  earth   shall  dissolve, 

And  the    heavens  shall  fade; 
The  dead — small  and  great — 

In  the  judgTrient  shall  stand; 
"What  power,  then,  Oil  sinner, 

Shall  lend  thee  its  aid  ] 


lone. 


t! 


209.   Hearts  of  St 

1  TTEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relen 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued; 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 
Cover'd  with  a  gore  of  blood! 

Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done' 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son! 

2  Yes,  my  sins  have  d6nc  the  deed, 
Drove  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there, 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Pierced  him  with  a  soldier's  spear, 

Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice; 
For  a  guilty  world  he  dies! 

3  But  will  you  let  him  die  in  vain, 
Still  to  death  pursue  your  God  , 


268  THE    HARP 


Open  tear  his  wounds  again, 
Trample  on  his  precious  blood? 

No!  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part; 

Savior,  take  my  broken  heart. 


211.    The  Glory  of  the  Cross. 

1  \/^/~HEN  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross,- 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died; 
My  richest  gain  I  count,  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most; 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet; 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingling  down! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet; 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small; 
Love,  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


192.    A  Prayer  for  Success  on  Camp- 
Meetings. 
1  £*AMP-meetings,  with  thy  presence  crown, 
And  shower,  O  Lord,  thy  blessings  down 
Fill  every  heart  with  holy  zeal, 
And  all  thy  righteousness  reveal. 


i    BE     11  .VHP,  269 


2  O'er  all  our  hosts  do  thou  preside, 
And  all  our  various  movements  guide: 
The  praying  companies  attend, 

And  show  thyself  the  sinner's  friend. 

3  Pour  out  thy   spirit  on  thy  sons, 
And  visit  thy  anointed  ones: 
May  every  Virgin  trim  her  lamp, 
And  glory  rest  upon  the  camp. 

4  May  prayer  and  praise  united  rise, 
Like  holy  incense  to  the  skies: 

In  all  our  hosts  display  thy  power, 
-    May  souls  ho  born  again  this  hour. 

212.    The  Wheat  and  the  Tares. 

1  rgUIOUGH  in  the  out  ward  church  below, 

The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow, 
Jesu3  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  anger  up. 
eiionus. 
For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  then, 
To  recollect  their  stations  here] 

How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew? 

3  No,  this  will  aggravate  their  case; 
They  perished  under  means  of  grace: 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

.T 


270  THE    HARP 


4  We  seen*  alike,  when  thus  we  meet; 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat; 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

5  The  tares  are  spared  for  various  ends — 
Some,  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends; 
Others,  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs,  his  counsels  to  fulfil: 

6  But  though  they  grow  so   tall  and  strong, 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long; 

In  harvest,  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

7  Oh,  awful  thought!  and  is  it  sol 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare! 

We,  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare. 

213.    The  Proclamation. 

1  T1EAR  the  joyful  proclamation, 

The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Published  to  every  creature 
Of  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  reigns — He  reigns  victorious 
Over  heaven  and  earth,  most  glorious. 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying, 

Hear  the  standard  bearers  crying 


T  n  i:    h  I  R  P  SJ  I 

•'K  in  :  sinner.-,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offered  by  the  S.uior. 
riioRrs. 

8   II".;-.  y>    -    -is  of  wrath  and  ruin, 

Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
is  life  ami  free  salvation, 
red  to  the  whole  creation. 

Ul  s. 

\  Then  unto  the  Lord   most  holy 

(Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly,) 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  forever — 
O!),  now  fly  unlo  the  Savior. 

OHO.: 

5  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 

And  for  you  was  crucified: 
Conquered  death,  and  rose  to  heaven — 
Life  eternal's    through  him  given. 

CHOI1US. 

6  Here  is  wine,  and  milk  and  honey, 

Come  and  purchase  without  money; 
Mercy  flowing  like  a  fountain, 
Streaming    from  the  holy  mountain. 

CHOIil^. 

this  love,  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams,  and  chrysta!  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightnings,  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

CHORUS. 


T  H  E    HARP 


8  Now  our  souls  have  caught  new  fire, 
Brotliren,  raise  your  voices  higher: 
Angels  shout  the  joyful  story, 

Through  all  the  bight  world  of  glory. 

CHORUS. 

Jesus  reigns — lie  reigns  victorious 
Over  heaven  and  earth,  most  glorious. 
Jesus  reinns. 

214.    The  Love  of  Christ. 

BY  A.    JUBELL. 

1  |"  LOVE  the  holy  Son  of  God, 

Who  once  this  vale  of  sorrow  trod, 
And  boie  our  sins,  a  dreadful  load — 
On  Calvary's  gloomy   mountain. 

There  on  the  cross,  he  mournful  hung, 
The  sport  of  many  an  impious  tongue, 
While  pains  extreme  his  nature  wrung, 
And  flowed  life's  crimson  fountain. 

2  The  sun  would  not  behold  the  scene — 
Around  was  thrown  night's  sable  screen: 
Nature  was  dress'd  in  mourning  mien, 
And  sighed,  when  Jesus  suffered. 

But  uh!  his  persecutors  stood, 
That  cruel,  viperous,  hellish  brood, 
Unmoved,  to  see  his  gushing  blood, 
And  shocking  insults  cfier'd. 

3  O,  why  did  not  his  anger  burn, 

And  floods  of  vengeance  on  them  turn? 
Amazing!  see  his  bowels  yearn 
In  soft  compassion,  o'er  there: 


THE    HARP.  273 

No  fury  kindled  in  his  eyes — 
They  beam  with  Iovp;  and  when  he  dies, 
"Father,  forgive,"  the  sufferer  cries, 
And  makes  excuses  for  them. 

4  O  !  was  there  ever  such  distress, 
Or  such  amazing  proof  as  this 
Or*  mercy,  love,  and  tenderness, 
As  our  Redeemer's  given? 

Not  one  among  the  host  above, 
Could  comprehend  this  matchless  love 
That  did  within  his  bosom  move, 
And  brought  him  down  from  heaven. 

5  How  ardent  ought  my  love  to  be 
To  him  that's  done  so  much  (or  me: 
My  service  constant,  faithful,  free, 
And  all  my  powers  employing. 

I  ought  his  cross  with  pleasure  bear, 
And  place  my  all  of  glorying  there, 
In  his  reproach  most  gladly  share, 
In  tribulation  joying. 

6  And  never  shall  it  be  concealed, 
He  hath  his  love  in  me  revealed; 
Of  all  my  sins,  a  pardon  sealed — 
I  feel  his  blessed  favor: 

In  him  I  do  and  will  rejoice, 
I'll  praise  him  with  a  cheerful  voice 
Until  the  theme  my  tongue  employs, 
In  heaven  above,  forever. 


274  THE    HARP. 


215.  Vain   World,  Adieu. 

1  "YM^HEN  for  eternal   worlds  we  steer, 

And  seas  are  calm,  and  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively   exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 

The  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings — 
"Vain  world,  adieu." 

2  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore, 

The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  golden  streets,  the  ehrystal  stream; 

Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  loytfly  sonnet  sings — 

"Vain  world,  adieu." 

3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand; 

With  steady  helm,  and  free-bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  vale: 

Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings — 

"Vain  world,  adieu." 

216.  Valley  of  Humility. 
7T1IS  low  down    in  the  beautiful  valley, 

Where  love  crowns  the  meek  and  the  lowly, 
The  rude  storms  of  envy  and  folly, 
May  roll  on  their  billows  in  vain. 


THE    HARP.  275 


3  This  low  vale  is  far  from  contention, 

Where  no  soul  can  drearn  of  dissension, 
No  dark  wiles  of  evil  invention, 
Can  find  out  this  region  of  peace. 

3  The  low  soul  in  humble  subjection, 

May  here  find  unshaken  protection, 
The  soft  gales  of  cheering  reflection, 
Their  minds  free  from  sorrow  and  pain. 

4  And  there,  there  the  Lord  will  deliver, 

And  souls  drink  of  that  beautiful  river 
That  flows  peace  forever  and  ever; 
There  love  and  joy  forever  increase. 

5  And  there,  there  in  yonder  bright  glory, 

We'll  sino-,  and  shout,  and  give  God  the  glory* 

And  when  we've  passed  old  Jordan  quite  o'er' 

We'i!  sino-  hallelujah  to  G<d  and  the  Lamb. 

217.    The  Meeting  of  the  three  Friends. 

1  |~|NTCE  more,  welcome  dearest   friends, 

Now  at  last  our  wanderings  end; 
And,  though  hope  did  oft  depart, 

Oft  though   sorrow  sped  its  dart, 
Let  our  griefs  no  more  remain, 

Since  we  three  now  meet  again. 

2  Though  remote  we  long  have  been, 

Many  a  tiresome  day  have  seen, 
Though  the  burning  zone  we've  traced, 
Or  the  polar  earth  embrac'd, 


276  i  ii  B   ii  a  r  P 


\\ '.  ta  from  friendship  cnugiit, 

n  of  each  other  Ihouj 
13   Let  Dl  peek  t1  'ieat 

Where  \vp  ilirco  oft  used  to  meet, 
When  beneath  •  ling  shade 

We  have  oft  1 
And  where  last,  with  aehing  h< 
We  d id  tear  o  part. 

4  All!  how  altered  is  the  b 

Where  we  first  Felt  friendship's  power: 
How  has  time  with  ruthless  blow 
Laid  its  i  _-'r ■■'.     be  tuth  b  low : 

;lit  hot  this  loved  pine  re. 
And  its  naked  ;;ne. 

5  Are  we  then  that  youthful  three, 

Who  reclined  beneath  t 
Then  with  verdant  foliage  crown'd — 

Now  with  moss  and  ivy  bound- 
Not  mora  pine, 

Than  our  looks,  bj  ;ic . 

»i   livery  feature  then  was  fair, 
Nor  wa-  grief  depicted  l 
Th»-n  our  pparkling  eyes  did  glow, 

Then  our  cheeks  with  health  did  blow, 
Then  the  lamp  of  life  was  bright, 
Now  it  sheds  a  glimmering  light. 

7  But,  though   mortal  strength  decay, 
Though  our  beauties  wn 


THE    HARP.  277 

Though  our  languid  eyes  are  blear, 

And  the  frosts  of  age  appear, 
Yet  our  friendship  bright  shall  bloom 

Far  beyond  the  closing  tomb. 

218.    The   Stranger. 

1  "OEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door, 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before: 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still, 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Ah  !  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness!  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes! 

3  But  v\ill  he  prove  a  friend  indeed? 
He  wifl,  the  very  friend  you  need; 
The  friend  of  sinners;  yes,  'tis  He 
With  garments  dy'd  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd.with  gratitude  divine; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul  destroying  monster  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in, 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn, 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return; 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand, 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand, 


278  THE    HARP. 


219.    Gospel  Perseverance. 

1  ^OME  cast  their  every  care 

On  furtune.  and  on  fate; 
And  hence  thoy  persevere 

Through  every  changing-  state: 
No  odds  to  them   which  way  they  steer, 
They  always  hope  to  persevere. 

2  While  turning  round  and  round, 

They  strangely  move  along, 
Yea,  tossing  up  and  down, 

They  sing  their  syren  song — 
"Our  state  is  fix'd,  we  need  not  fear, 
We  cannot  fail  to  persevere." 

3  Now  if  you'll  lend  an  ear, 

A  different  path  I'll  show; 
And  as  I  persevere, 

I'll  tell  you  how   I  go — 
While  in  the  Lord  I  still  ahide, 
I  have  the  Spirit  for  my  guide. 

4  I  do  not  vainly  boast, 

The  truth  I  humbly  tell; 
I  know  the  Holy  Ghost 

Doth  in  my  body  dwell: 
To  me,  a  vile,  polluted  worm, 
The  blessed  Comforter  is  come. 

5  When  first  this  sacred  Guest 

Descended  from  above, 


THE    HARP.  279 

He  kindled  in  my  breast 
A  pure  seraphic  love: 
lie  clothed  me  in  the  robes  of  light, 
•     And  now  I  walk  with  him  in  white. 

G  To  every  child  of  grace 

My  warm  affections  move; 
Yea,  all  the  fallen  race 

Are  sharers  of  my  love: 
I  sink  into  the  Gospel  plan, 
That  grace  is  free  for  every  man. 

7  O'er  sinners  hard  as  steel, 

With  inward  grief  I  burn; 
But  O,  the  joy  I  feel, 

When  prodigals  return: 
And  oft  when  Christians  sing  and  pray, 
My  soul  is  fit  to  fly  away. 

8  All  ye  that  hear  my  case, 

Your  sentiments  declare, 
And  say  if  this  is  grace; 

And  shall  I  persevere? 
If  what  I  say  is  really  true, 
Then  answer,  is  it  so  with  you? 

220.    The  Closet. 

BY  RODOLPHUS. 

TNSPIRER  of  secret  devotion, 

Illumine  my  mind,  that  the  lay, 

Enkindled  from  heartfelt  emotion, 

May  urge  to  the  closet,  to  pray. 


280  THE    HARP. 

2  Would  sinner  escape  from  destruction, 

Renounce  his  hard  master  and  way, 
Be  freed  from  his  wiles  and  seduction? 
O,  fly  to  a  closet  and  pray. 

3  Do  darkness  and  clouds  hover  over, 

Temptations  arise  in  the  way! 

Seems  faithless  the  heavenly  lover? 

Go,  fervently,  zealously  pray. 

4  Does  penury  drive  thee  to  madness, 

Thy  little  ones  piteous  say 
They  want? — O  cheer!  sure  thy  sadness 
Will  vanish,  if  careful  to  pray. 

5  Should  heaven  be  lavish  in  blessing, 

A  fortune  thy  labors  repay, 
Repose  not  in  earthly  possessing; 
Be  humble,  and  frequently  pray. 

6  Art  young  in  the  pathway  to  glory? 

Is  filled  thy  poor  heart  with  dismay? 
Seems  fearful  the  veteran's  story? 
Away  to  the  closet  and  pray. 

7  Does  grief  wring  thy  heart  to  distraction? 

Has  death  taken  best  loved   away? 
Has  suffer'd  thy  peace  an  infraction?  . 
Retire  to  thy  closet  and  pray. 

8  Would  he  who  was  once  a  believer, 

But  now  from  the  fold  far  astray, 


1    11   k,    HARP.  26 1 


Return  and  deceive  the  deceiver! 
Then  haste  to  the  closet  and  pray. 

9  Has  the  hand  of  thy  Maker  come  near  thee? 
Would  spirit  depart  from  the  clayl 
O,  cry  to  thy  God!  He  will  hear  thee: 
From  sick  bed  pray!  ardently  pray. 

10 Lord,  bless  with  a  smile  the  endeavor, 
Emit  from  thy  presence  a  ray, 
Command  that  I  never,  O  never 
Forget  my  retirement  to  pray. 

221.     To  the  Disconsolate. 
1  i^OME  ye  disconsolate, 

Where'erjyou  languish, 
Come  at  the  mercy  seat, 

Fervently  kneel: 
Here  bring-  your  wounded  heart*, 

Here  tell  your  anguish, 
Earth  has  no  sorrows 
That  heaven  cannot  heal. 

"2  Joy  of  the  desolate, 

Light  of  the  straying, 
Hope,  when  all  others  die, 

Fadeless  and  pure: 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter, 

In  mercy,  saying, 
"Earth  has  no  sorrows 

That  heaven  cannot  cure." 


%S2  THE    HARP 


222.   The  Father1 s  lamentation  for  his  child. 

BY   3tEV.  C.  GILES,   MINISTER  OF  M.  E.  CHURCH. 

Poem  on  the  death  of  Miss  Esther  Frink,  mem- 
ber of  the  Methodist  E.  Church,  who  was  killed 
by  a  fall  from  a  horse,  her  foot  hanging-  in  the 
stirrup  while  the  horse  ran  through  a  piece  of 
•wilderness  ground,  returned  to  the  road,  descend- 
ed a  hill,  turned  and  stopped  in  a  stream  of  water, 
the  unfortunate  girl  still  fast  to  the  saddle. 

The  Poem  commences  wiih  the  Father's  lamen- 
tation over  his  child;-  turns  to  an  address  to  the 
mourning  relatives,  then  turns  and  addresses  the 
departed  spirit,  and  closes  with  some  remarks  to 
the  youth. 

PART  I. 

1  X^E  angelic  messengers  bright, 

Ye  guardians  of  mortals  attend, 
Inspire  me  with  wisdom  and  light, 

And  aid  from  eternity  send. 
My  strain  in  deep  mourning  is  clad, 

My  harp  is  strung  pensive  and  low, 
My  heart  with  keen  anguish  is  sad, 

My  eyes  with  full  fountains  o'erflow. 

2  Ye  friends  of  humanity  weep, 

Your  tenderest  sympathies  join; 
Were  ever  there  sorrows  3s  deep, 

AVere  ever  afflictions  like  mine! 
As  1'dlies  cut  down  in  the  vale, 

As  roses  that  wither  by  frost, 
So  life  is  as  transient  and  frail, 

So  soon  our  enjoyments  are  lost. 
3  Oh,  hear  it  my  neighbors!  ah,  hear! 

Mv  Esther,  dear  Esther  is  gor,e 


THE    II  A  11  ?  .  283 

That  gem  of  bright  excellence  dear, 
Lies  mould'ring  in  yonder  green,  lawn. 

Say,  why  did  the  angel  of  death 
Appear  in  so  dreadful  a  form? 

Or,  why  must  she  yield  up  her  breatk 
With  such  a  tremendous  alarm1 

,4  No  mortal  on  earth  can  disclose* 

The  secret  in  Providence  lies; 
Hence,  I'll  in  submission  repose, 

Nor  suffer  a  murmur  to  rise. 
Some  good  was  here,  doubtless,  designed, 

That  good  we  shall  hereafter  see; 
It  may  have  its  use  to  mankind, 

It  may  have  its  use  unto  me, 
5  Reflection  still  pain'.s  the  whole  scene, 

While  pensive  i  travel  that  way; 
How  keen  the  remembrance — how  keeni 

Her  memory  will  never  decay. 
Have  pity,  have  pity,  my  friends, 

My  heart  is  -expanded  with  pain; 
Your  prayers  with  your  sympathies  blend, 

Oh,  help  me  my  loss  to  sustain! 

PART  If. 
1  DEAR  mourners  your  sorrows  are  great, 
Your  offspring  and  friend  is  no  more; 
Alarming  indeed  was  her  fate, 

Her  exit  you  can  but  deplore. 
What  power  can  reverse  the  dire  scene 
That  jahock'd  yuu  with  awful  .surprise* 


%84  T  II  E    HARP 


And  ruffled  your  prospects  serene, 
And  caus'd  you  to  languish  in  sighs. 

2  How  deep  the  whole  mystery  lies; 

Our  knowledge  is  partial  indeed, 
But  Esther,  immortal  and  wise, 

To  her  the  whole  plan  is  reveard. 
How  happy,  how  wise,  and  how  good, 

No  longer  encnmber'd  with  clay, 
The  veil  is  forever  removed, 

And  darkness  is  vanished  away. 

3  She  timely  submitted  to  God; 

I  witness'd  her  penitent  sighs- 
She  lean'd  on  the  promises  broady 

And  mercy  succeeded  her  cries. 
Salvation  from  Jesus  then  came, 

The  darkness  was  turn'd  into  light, 
Which  wrapp'd  her  whole  soul  in  a  Same* 

And  Jesus  was  all  her  delight. 

4  Remember  how  sweetly  she  sung, 

In  numbers  of  wisdom  and  grace. 
While  glory  inspired  her  tongue, 

And  seem'd  to  embellish  her  face. 
She  seem'd  like  an  angel  of  love, 

Her  conscience  so  tender  and  clear; 
The  fullness  of  grace  she  did  prove, 

Which  trinmph'd  o'er  sorrow  and  fear. 

5  But  Esther  is  gone,  she  is  gone! 

She  has  taken  hor  flight  to  the  gkies; 


THE    HARP.  28.' 


She  worships  around  the  bright  throne, 
The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  her  eyes. 

She's  gone  to  her  Saviour  above, 
With  angels  her  spirit  has  join'd; 

She  drinks  of  the  ocean  of  love, 
A  mansion  for  her  was  design'd. 

6  The  Almighty  call'd  her  away, 

To  save  her  from  evil  to  come; 
Her  spirit  no  longer  would  stay, 

Resign'd  its  frail  house  to  the  tomb. 
There,  there,  in  the  dust  it  must  lie, 

Till  Gabriel's  last  trumpet  shall  roar, 
Then  radiant  as  Venus  shall  rise, 

Nor  suffer,  nor  die  any  more, 

PART  III. 

1  O,  ESTHER,  what  was  that  sweet  voice,* 

That  call'd  you  so  friendly  by  name! 
O,  did  your  blest  spirit  rejoice, 

When  kindly  this  messenger  came? 
What    mournful    deep    groans    were    then 
heard,f 

That  haunted  the  gloom  of  the  night? 
A  warning  they  truly  appear'd, 

Foreboding  some  awful  affright. 

2  O,  Esther!  the  glory  you  sought, 

In  fullest  fruition  you  prove, 
Your  spirit  as  quick  as  a  thought, 
That  ranges  the  regions  above. 


286  THE    HARP. 

Yea,  now  you  can  visit  the  sun, 

And  all  the  bright  planets  that  glow., 

Explore  the  vast  orbits  they  run, 
And  all  their  inhabitants  know. 

3  O,  how  does  eternity  seem? 

What  wonders  in  heaven  appear* 
How  new  and  how  glorious  the  scene*. 

What  symphonies  ravish  your  ears? 
What  laws  are  you  govern'd  by  there? 

What  beauty  and  order  there  reignl 
The  angels,  how  glorious  and  fair! 

O,  can  you  these  secrets  explain? 

4  O,  can  you  look  down  from  that  height 

And  see  this  dark  region  of  pain? 
Or  do  you  bend  downward  your  flight 

To  meet  with  your  brethren  again? 
Perhaps  your  kind  spirit  has  been 

Commissioned  on  errands  divine, 
And  hover'd  around  us  unseen, 

And  whisper'd  instruction  sublime. 

PART  IV. 
1  NOW,  hear  this  instruction,  dear  youth, 
Alarming,  alarming  we  cry! 
Behold  this  example  of  truth, 

Be  ready,  be  ready  to  die: 
Go,  visit  mortality's  field, 

Wb&te  pious  young  Esther  doth  sleep,; 


THE    HARP.  287 


Submit  to  reflection  and  yield, 

Go,  look  on  her  grave  and  there  weep. 

2  Remember  her  tears  and  sighs, 

Remember  she  fell  in  her  bloom; 
Attend  to  the  call  and  be  wise, 

For  Jo!  you  are  bound  to  the  tomb. 
Which  way  we  shall  go  is  unknown; 

That  all  must  die  quickly  is  true; 
Be  ready  then,  every  one, 

So,  ending,  I  bid  you  adieu. 


♦  She  told  previous  to  her  death  of  having  heard 
a  sweet  voice  that  called  her  by  name. 

tSome  one  of  their  neighbors  told  of  hearing 
deep  and  awful  groanings  a  few  nights  preceding 
her  death. 


222  The  Penitent. 

1  TN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unaw'd  by  shame  or  fear, 

Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 

And  stopp'd  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood; 
He  fix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  mek 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 


288  THE    HARP 


4  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair: 

1  saw  rnysin8  his  blood  had  spiit, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did, 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain; 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

I  freely  all  forgive, 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  died  that  you  may  live. 

7  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 

My  spirit  now  was  fill'd, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  kill'd. 

223.    The   Crucifixion. 
1   CAW  ye  my  Saviour, 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour, 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God? 
O,  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended, 
He  was  extended, 

Shamefully  nail'd  to  the  cross — 
O,  he  bowed  his  head  and  died: 
Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 

Te  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 


THE    HARP.  £89 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding, 
Jesus  hung  bleeding 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain; 

And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 

When  his  Majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed, 
Darkness   prevailed, 

Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land, 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent 
Through  creation's  vast  extent, 

When  the.  Jews  crucified  the  God-Man. 

5  When  it  was  finished, 
When  it  was  finished, 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great 
And  embalm'd  in  spices  sweet, 

And  was  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,  mighty  Saviour! 
Hail,  mighty  Saviour! 

Prince  and  the  Author  of  peace! 
O,  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
And  triumphant  from  the  earth 

He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  There  interceding, 
There   interceding, 

Pleading  that  sinners  mi^ht  live— 


290  THE    HARP. 


Crying,  Father,  I  have  died 

(Now  behold  my  hands  and  side) 
To  redeem  them;  I  pray  thee  forgive. 
8  I  will  forgive  them, 

I  will  forgive  them 
When  they  repent  and  believe; 

Let  them  now  return  to  thee, 

And  be  reconciled  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 

224.  The  Crucifixion. 

BY    OCCUM. 

HPHE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 

He  was  condemned  and  led  away: 
Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day, 

Look  on  Mount  Calvary; 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  "each  lying  tongue  — 
And  there  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 
'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nailed  to  the  wood; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
While  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
And  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mocked, 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 


T  II  E    II  A  R  P  .  291 


3  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
•  Behold,  in  agonies  he  dies! 
O  sinners,  hear  his   mournful  cries; 

Come,  see  his  tort'ring  pain. 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blushed,  and  refused  to  view  the  sight; 
The  azure  clothed  in  robes  of  night; 
All  nature  mourned  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 
4  Hark!  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son: 
He  cries  for  help!  but  O,  there's  none; 
He  treads  the  wine-press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stained  with  blood. 
In  lamentation  hear  him  cry, 
"Eloi,  lama  sabacthani?" 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies — 

The  conq'ring  Son  of  God. 
5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 

With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say, — "Come  save  the  Lamb, 

Come,  try  yourself  to  free." 
A  soldier  pierced  him  when  he  died, 
And  healing  streams  came  from  his  side; 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified: 
Stem  Justice  now  is  satisfied, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me. 
C)  Behold!  He  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
Ho  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 


292  THE     HARP 


While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet 

With  loud  hosannahs  tell. 
Though  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains: 
Ye  seraphs,  raise  your  highest  strains, 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains — 

He's  conquered  death  and  hell; 

7  'Tis  done*     The  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made: 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood, 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  his  courts  above 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love 

In  Christ,  your  6milingGod. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God,  on  high, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above  the  sky, 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die; 

Glory  to  him  be  given. 
While  heaven  above  his  praise  resounds, 

0  Zion,  sing;   his  grace  abounds: 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds 

In  flaming  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 
When  swallowed  up  in  heaven. 

225.    The  Lord  was  not  There. 
1   rg^HE  whirlwind  pass'd  by 

In  the  pride  of  its  might, 
And  the  steep  rocks  of  Horefc 


THE    HARP.  -93 


Woro  ehoolc  with  affright, 

It  secm'd,  as  Omnipotence 

Rode  in  the  air; 
But  the  Prophet  moved  not, 

For  the  Lord  was  not  there. 

2  Then  hard  on  the  wind  came 

The  earthquake's  far  shock, 
Which  reeled  every  mountain 

And  shook  every  rock. 
The  sons  of  the  mountain 

Sunk  down  in  despair, 
But  the  Prophet  was  silent; 

The  Lord  was  not  there. 

3  Then  the  forest  was  wrapp'd 

In  a  column  of  fire, 
And  the  beasts  at  the  glare 

Of  destruction,  retire; 
But  the  wrath  of  the  flames, 

As  they  curl'd  in  the  air, 
Were  unseen  by  the  Prophet; 

The  Lord  was  not  there. 

4  Then  a  still,  a  small  voice 

Through  the  deep  cavern  stole, 
It  breath'd  inspiration, 

Jt  thrill'd  through  the  soul, 
It  was  heard  in  no  thunder, 

It  was  seen,  in  no  irlare; 
But  it  spoke  to  the  heart, 

For  Tehovah  was  the-e. 


294  THE    H  A  R  P 


226.     The  Family  Bible. 
IIOVV  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollec'.ion 
Of  youthful  connections  and  innocent  joy?, 
While  blest  with  parental  advice  and  ofRfction, 
Surrounded  with  mercies;  with  peace  from'on  high 

1  still  view  the  chains  of  my  sire  and  my  mother, 
The  seats  of  the  offspring  as  ranged  on  each  hand 
And   that  richest  of  books,   that   exceli'd  every 

other; 
The  Family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

chorus. 
The  old  fashioned  Bihle,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  Family  Bible  that  lay  on  tht  stand. 

2  The  B+ble,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 
At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  delight, 
And  the  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invoca- 
tion 

For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  through  night. 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  witli  harmony  swelling 
All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band, 
Half    raised   us   from   earth    to   that    rapturous 

dwelling 
Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

3  But,  scenes  of  tranquillity!  long  have  we  parted; 
My  hope  almost  gone — my  parents  no  more — 
In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken-hearted, 
And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant  shore. 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Savior'*  protection, 


t  ii  k  n  \  it  p . 


Forgetful  of  gifts  from  Ins  bountiful  hand? 
1  ;nc  with  patience  receive  his  correction, 

And  th:nk  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

4  When  age  and  misfjrtune  press  hard  on  my 
feelings, 

I'll  look  to  the  Bible  and  trust  in  the  Lord. 

Though  darkness  should  cover  his  merciful  deal- 
ings. 

My  soul  shall  rejoice  and  trust  in  his  word; 

And  now  from  things  earthly  my  soul  is  arising, 

I  soon  shall  6hout  glory,  with  heaven's  bright 
band, 

Jn  rapture  triumphant,  forever  adoring1 

The  God  of  the  B.ble  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

227.  The  Consecration  of  the  Soul. 

BY     WESLEY. 

1  RATHER,   Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
As  by  the  celestial  host, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done; 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

2  If  so  poor  a  worm  as  I, 

M.iy  to  thy  great  glory  live; 
All  my  actions  sanctify, 

All  my  words  and  thoughts  receive; 
Claim  me  for  thy  service — claim 

All  I  have,  and  all  I  am. 


296  THE    HARP. 


3  Take  rny  soul  and  body's  powers; 

Take  my  memory,  mind  and  will; 
All  my  goods  and  all  my  hours, 

All  I  know  and  all  I  feel, 
All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do; 
Take  my  heart,  but  make  it  new. 

4  Now  my  God,  thine  own  I  am, 

Now  I  give  thee  back  thine  own; 
Freedom,  friends,  and  wealth  and  fame. 

Consecrate  to  thee  alone. 
Thine  I  live — thrice  happy  I; 
Happier  still,  if  thine  I  die. 

5  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
As  by  the  celestial  host, 

Let  thy  will  on  earth  be  done, 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given, 
Glorious  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. 

228,   I  would  not  Live  At way. 
Job  7:  16. 

1  T  WOULD  net  live  alway:  I  ask  not  to  stay 

.  Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er 
the  way: 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 
cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  thus  fetter'd  by  sin; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within: 


THE     HARP.  59' 


E'en    the  rapture  of  pardon    is    mingled   with 

fears, 
And  the   cup  of  thanksgiving  with   penitent 

tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway;  no — welcome  the  tomb, 
Since   Jesus    hath    lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 

gloom, 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,   who  would   live  alway,  away  from  his 

God; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the   rivers    of  pleasure   flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns: 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their   Saviour  and   brethren,    transported   to 

greet; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the    Lord  is  the   feast  of  the 

soul] 

229.    Where  are  our  Missionaries? 
1  HP  HEY  have  gone  to  the  land 
Where  the  Patriarchs  rest, 
Where  the  bones  of  the  Prophets  are  laid, 
Where  the  chosen  of  Israel, 
The  promise  possessed, 
And  Jehovah  his  wonde-rs  displayed. 


298  THE    HARP 


2  To  the  land  where  the  Saviour 

Of  sinners  once  trod, 
Where  he  labored  and  languished  and  bled,; 
Where  he  triumphed  o'er  death, 
And  ascended  to  Gr.d, 
As  he  captive  captivity  led. 

3  They  have  gone  to  the  land 

Where  the  Indians  now  dwell, 
Impell'd  by  the  love  of  their  Lord, 

His  love  to  proclaim 

And  his  mercy  to  tell, 
As  reveal'd  in  his  excellent  word. 

4  Thy  blessing  go  with  them — 

O  Lord,  be  their  shield 
From  the  shafts  of  the  fowler  that  fly; 

O,  Savior  of  sinners, 

Thine  arm  be  reveal'd 
In  mercy,  and  might,  from  on  high. 

230.   Hail  the  Blest  Morn. 
jOTAIL  the  blest  morn  when  the  great  Mediator 

Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends; 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger, 
Lo!  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  your  aid; 

Star  of  the  east  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  was  laid. 


THE     HARP.  299 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  were  shining, 
Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 

•Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch  and  Saviour  of  all. 

CHORUS. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom  in  offerings  divine? 

Gems    from  the    mountains    and  pearls  from  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest  or  gold  from  the  mine? 

CHORUS. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  am^le  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  hearlfs  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

CHORUS. 

231.    Faith  in  God. 

1  \  WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear, 

""         Fear  shall  in  me  no  more  have  place; 
My  Savior  doth  not.  yet  appear, 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face : 
But  shall  I  therefore  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  • 
No — in  the  strength  of  Jesus — no, 

I  never  will  give  up  my  shield. 

2  Although  the  vine  its  fruits  deny, 

Although  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  withering  fig  tree  droop  and  die, 


300  THE    HARP 


The  fields  elude  the  tiller's  toil, 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish,   all  the  bleating  race — 
Yet,  will  I  triumph  in  the  Lr>rd, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise. 
Barren,  although  my  soul  remain, 

And  no  one  bud  of  grace  appear, 
No  fruit  of  all  my  toil  and  pain, 

But  sin,  and  only  sin  is  here. 
Although  my  gifts  and  comforts  lost, 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  off,   I  see, 
Yet  will  I   in  my  Savior  trust, 

And  glory  that  he  died  for  me. 
4  In  hope,  believing  against  hope, 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  God,  I  claim, 
Jesus  my  strength,  shall  lift  me  up- 

Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name. 

To  me,  ho  soon  shall  bring  it  nigh; 
My  soul  shall   then  outstrip  the  wind, 

On  wings  of  love,  mount  up  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

232.  Not  Ashamed. 

1  "H  'M>  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
■*•     Nor  to  defend  his  glorious  cause; 
The  way  he's  gone  is  lined  with  blood- 
O  may  I  tread  the  steps  he  trod. 

2  I'm  not  ashamed  his  name,  to  bear, 
With  those  who  his  disciples  are: 
Christian — sweet  name — its  worth  I  view, 
O,  may  I  wear  its  nature  too. 


THE    HAR?.        *  olll 


H  The  world's  vain  honors  will  I  shun, 
The  narrow  way  to  life  I'll  run, 
That  this  at  last  my  boast  may  be, 
The  Savior's  not  ashamed  of  me. 

4  Give  me  thy  might,  O  God  of  power, 
Then  let  winds  blow,  or  thunders  roar, 
Thy  faithful  witness  will  I  be, 
'Tis  fixed — I  can  do  all  through  thee. 


233.    The  Preacher  s  Farewell. 

1  lpAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren, 

The  time  is  at  hand 
When  we  must  be  parted 

From  this  social  band: 
Our  several  engagements 

Now  call  us  away, 
Our  parting  is  needful, 

And  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  Christian  brethren^ 

Farewell,  for  a  while; 
We'll  soon  meet  again 

If  kind  Providence  smile: 
But  when  we  are  parted 

And  scattered  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other, 

And  wrestle  with  God. 

3  Farewell,  ye  old  soldiers, 

You'll  soon  be  discharged; 
The  war  will  be  ended  — 

K 


302  *  THE    HARF, 

Your  treasure  enlarged; 
With  shouting  and  singing, 

(Though  Jordan  may  roar,) 
We'll  enter  fair  Canaan, 

And  rest  on  the  shore. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts, 

You've  enlisted  for  war; 
Sore  trials  await  you, 

But  Jesus  is  near. 
Although  you  must  travel 

The  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you, 

He'll  lead  you  to  bliss. 

5  Farewell,  seeking  mourners, 

With  sad,  broken  hearts, 
O,  hasten  to  Jesus, 

And  choose  the  good  part;- 
He's  full  of  compassion, 

And  mighty  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended 

Your  souls  to  receive. 

6  Farewell,  careless  sinners, 

For  you  I  do  mourn 
To  think  of  your  danger, 

While  quite  unconcerned. 
I've  read  of  a  Judgment 

Where  all  must  appear; 
There  you  will  stand  trembling, 

With  tormenting  fear. 


THE    HARP.  303 


7  Your  frolics  and  pastime 

In  which  you  delight, 
•Will  serve  to  torment  you 

With  dreadful  affright: 
You'll  think  of  the  sermons 

That  you've  heard  in  vain, 
A1J  hope  gone  forever 

Of  hearing  again. 

8  Farewell,    faithful  Christians — 

Farewell,  all  around; 
Perhaps  we'll  not  meet 

Till  the  last  trump  shall  sound. 
To  meet  you  in  glory, 

I'll  give  you  my  hand, 
Our  Savior  to  praise,  in 

A  pure,  social  band. 

234.   Slop,  mid  Think. 
^TOP.  poor  sinner!  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go: 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 
Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 
And  sink  you  with  the  damned. 

CHORUS. 

Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 
For,  unless  you  warning  take, 


304  THE    HARP 


Ere  you  are  aware,    you'll  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day,    * 
When  He,  judgment  shall  proclaim? 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 
Like  wax  before  the  flame? 

3  Ghastly  death  shall  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd — 
Sins  of  bloody,  crimson  dye; 
Each  for  vergeance  crying  loud, 
And  what  can  you  reply! 

4  Though  your  hearts  are  hard  as  steef, 

Your  foreheads  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  may  call, 
(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
"Rocks  and  mountains,  on  us  fall, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face." 


5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope 
That  you  may  mercy  know; 


THE    HARP.  305 


Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 
He  still  forbears  the  blow. 
'Tvvas  for  sinners,  Jesus  died, 
Sinners  he  invites  to  come; 
None  who  come  will  be  denied, 
He  says  there  yet  is  room. 

235.   A  People. 

1  A     PEOPLE,  called  Christians, 

Though  many  a  thing  they  tell 
About  the  land  of  Canaan, 

Where  saints  and  angels  dwell; 
Yet  sin,  that  dismal  ocean, 

Encloses  them  around, 
And  the  tide  still  divides  them 

From  Canaan's  happy  ground. 

2  Many  have  been  impatient 

To  find  their  passage  through, 
And  with  united  wisdom, 

Have  tried  what  they  could  do: 
But  vessels  built  by  human  skill, 

Have  never  sailed  far 
Till  we  have  found  them  aground, 

On  some  dreadful  sandy  bar. 

3  The  everlasting  Gospel 

Has  launched  the  deep,  at  last; 
Behold  her  sails  expanded 

Around  the  towering  mast. 
Along  the  deck,  in  order, 

The  joyful  sailors  stand,     " 


306  THE    HARP 


Crying,  "O!  here  we  go 

To  Inimanuel's  happy  land. 
To  all  who  are  spectators, 

What  anguish  must  ensue, 
To  hear  their  old  companions 

Bid  them  a  long  adieu: 
The  pleasures  of  our  paradise, 

No  longer  doth  invite; 
While  we  saiK  they  may  rail, 

We  shall  soon  be  out  of  sight. 

We  are  now  on  the  wide  ocean, 

And  bid  the  world  farewell, 
But  where  we  shall  cast  anchor, 

No  human  tongue  can  tell. 
About  our  future  destiny, 

There  needs  he  no  debate, 
While  we  ride  on  the  tide, 

With  our  Captain  and  his  Mate. 

When  we  get  into  harbor, 

Where  stormy  winds  do  cease, 
It's  in  that  holy  city, 

There's  life  and  joy  and  peace. 
There  we  shall  see  our  J<jsus, 

The  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
And  in  our  Father's  kingdom 

We'll  praise  his  holy  name. 


236.    hooking  toward  Heaven. 

BY  REV.   A.  ABELL. 

1  I^OME,  my  dear  brethren,  for  awhile, 
Turn  from  the  thorny  vale  of  tears; 


T  11  E     HART  307 


Look  toward  those  realms  that  ever  smile, 

See  what  a  glorious  scpne  appears: 

O  see  that  most  delightful  land 

Of  heavenly  Canaan,  spreading  aide, 

Whose  fields  forever  blooming  stand, 

There  doth  perpetual  spring  abide. 

2  Leave  every  needless  care  behind, 
And  throw  earth's  gilded  toys  away: 
Ye  know  it  never  was  designed 
That  here  we  should  forever  stay: 
Then  settle  down  on  earth  no  more, 
But  rise  and  stretch  immortal  wings, 
Guided  by  Revelation,  6oar 

To  that  bright  world  of  heavenlier  things. 

3  Whate'er  our  toils  and  sufferings  are, 
But  little  longer  shall  they  last; 

If  faithful,  soon  we'll  enter,  where 
All  ills  will  he  forever  past. 
O  ulorions  world!  O  happy  home! 
Where  Zion's  way-worn  pilgrims  meet  } 
There  we  shall  all  together  come, 
And  joyfully,  each  other  greet. 

i  That  blissful  place  was  ne'er  defiled, 
For  sin  hath  never  entered  there; 
Perfectly  pure  each  blessed  child, 
Immortal,  young,  divinely  fair: 
There's  pleasure,  without  any  pain, 
There's  happiness  without  alloy, 


I   n  ;     i! 


I  ilhuul  a  tl 

•-,    bul  endless  joy. 

.  fire, 

And  iigh,  tint  : 

But  little  longer  here  I 

ma  extendi 
My  Jesus  beck 

9oa  to  gl  r    I 


\  I       B        Again. 

1  4    \\'.\  K  I'll  I  Mid, 

My  soul  iu  guilt  and  tlirull  I  P 

I  knew  not  what  to  do. 
1  I  I  with  guilt,  with  anguish 

The  sinnr-r  nlusl  be  born  again*, 

Or  sink  lo  endless  woe. 

2  Ai  I    '  '        iM  not  tell 

bell, 

and  hell     - 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain; 
The  tinner  must  be  born  agafa, 

Still  sounded  in  my 

3  Then  to  the  ! — 
It  poured  its  cureea  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find. 

rful  truth  I  found  remain, 


THE    HARP.  309 


The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
O'envhelmed  my  troubled  mind, 

1  Again  did  Sinai's  thunders  ro'l, 
And  gutft  lay  heavy  on  my  sou!, 

A  vast  unw.eidly  load. 
Alas,    I  read,  and  found  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God, 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare. 
But  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

G  While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Nazareth  passed  that  way^- 

I  felt  his  pity  move. 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  b->rn  again, 
And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven,  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  sounds  did  rise. 
All  hail!  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Unnumbered  millions,  born  again, 

Shall  shout  thine  endless  praiso. 


310  THE    HARP 


238.   In   answer  to  Montgomery's  Question, 
What  is  Prayer? 

BY  J.    MARSDEN. 

1  "DRAYER,  its  way  to  God  can  find, 

From  earth's  deepest  centre; 
Though  a  wail  of  steel  can  find, 

Prayer,  that  wall  would  enter. 
Who  can  trace  a  beam  of  light 

From  the  day-star  parted? 
Prayer,  more  rapid  in  its  flight, 

From  the  mind  is  darted. 

2  Prayer  to  God  ascends  with  ease 

From  the  pojar  ices, 
From  our  isles,  antipodes, 

From  the  land  ufspiies. 
From  an  inquisition  gloom, 

Where  the  wretched  languish; 
From  the  margin  of  the  tomb, 

And  the    bed  of  anguish. 

3  Place  the  Christian  where  you  will, 

Scripture  doth  aver  it; 
Heaven's  eye  is  fixed,  still 

On  the  praying  sprit: 
Though  on  dreary  wilds,  alone, 

Outcast  and  distressed, 
Prayer's  a  pathway  to  the  throne; 

Find  it,  and  be  blessed. 

4  Rocks  of  granite,  gates  of  brass — 

Alps,  to  heaven  soaring. 


THEHARP.  311 

Bow,  to  let  the  wishes  pass 

Of  a  soul  imploring: 
From  the  belly  of  the  fish, 

From  the  sea's  recesses, 
From  the  lion's  den,  the  wish 

Up  to  heaven  presses. 

5  Deity  in  every  place, 

On  the  earth  or  ocean, 
Opens  wide  the  gates  of  grace, 

To  sincere  devotion. 
'Neath  the  sceptre  ot  the  rod, 

Or  by  stream  or  fountain, 
Lift  thy  spirit  up  to  God; 

Who  can  stop  its  mounting? 

6  North  or  south,  or  pine,  or  plain, 

Vale,  or  mountain,  hoary, 
Breathe  a  prayer,  repeat  a  psalm, 

'Tis  the  porch  of  glory. 
Frigid,  mild,  or  burning  zone — 

Distance  is  not  in  it', 
Prayer,  from  earth  to  mercy's  throne, 

Passes  in  a  minute. 

7  Wheresoe'er  thy  lot  command, 

Brother,  pilgrim,  stranger, 
God  is  ever  near  at  hand, 

Golden  shield  from  danger. 
Near  the  Niger  or  the  Nile, 

Or  where  forests  bound  thee, 


312  r  11  i    11  \  ■  v 

~  .surround  I 

fie. 

I  ■ 

1  | 

A 

. 

'i  from  hence  my  all  - 
Perish,  every  fond 

A    I've  bop'd  or  eought  or  kn 
Vet,  how  rich  is  my  com!. 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  mej 

'J 'hey  have  left  my  Savior,  too: 
Human  hearts  hai  i 

Thou  art  not  like  them,  uotf 
And  when  ihou  sfa  me, 

( i    (1  of  wisoN 

own  me, 
it. 
8  Man  may  trouble  and 

'1'.'.  ill  but  drive  me  to  my  bn 
Life  with        -  bard  may 

Heaven  will  bring  m 
O,  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  d    . 

While  thy  love  is  left  to 
O,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm 

unmixed  with  t. 


T  H  E    HARP 


313 


i  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure; 

Gome,  disaster,  scorn  and  pain: 
In  thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure. 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father, 

t  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather^. 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

5  Sou!,  then  know  thy  great  salvation; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care: 

Joy  to  find  in  every  station- 
Something  still  to  da,  ot  bear 

Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee; 
Think  what  Fathers  smiles  are  thine: 

Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee; 
Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  end  thy  pilgrim  days; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


240.    Address  to  Youth. 

BY  REV.  S.    MATTISOX. 

V^OUNG  peof  le  all  attention  give, 
■*"    While  I  address  you  in  God's  name^ 
¥ou  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 


31  •(  THE    HARP. 

Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend. 
I've  sought  for  bliss  in  glittering  toys, 

And  ranged  the  alluring-  scenes  of  vice; 
A  stranger  to  substantial  jf>ys, 

Till  I  obey'd  my  Saviour's  voice. 

2  But  when  I  yielded  to  his  word, 

And  bovv'd  submissive  to  the  cross, 
My  soul  was  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 

x\nd  in  celestial  raptures  lost. 
While  thus  exulting-  in  his  love, 

Ten  thousand  glories  were  disclos'd; 
My  heart  with  holy  impulse  moved, 

And  felt  that  peace  that  can't  be  told. 

3  'Tis  here  unfading  beauty  glows, 

And  music  moves  in  cheerful  strains; 
An  Eden  scion  buds  and  blows, 

In  every  breast  where  Jesus  reigns. 
He  looks,  and  radiant  morning  shines, 

And  heaven  kindles  in  my  soul; 
The  wretched  here  protection  finds, 

The  wounded  spirit  is  made  whole. 

4  Why  are  you  pleas'd  with  empty  sounds, 

Fantastic  plays  and  flattering  charms? 
Where  fatal  snares  are  spread  around, 

How  dare  you  sleep  in  Satan's  arms? 
Your  hearts  are  like  the  restless  wind, 

You  stray  in  haste  from  scene  to  scene: 
No  object  fills  the  aching  mind 

Till  Jesus  solelv  reigns  within. 


f  H  K    HARP 


315 


5  Reflect!  the  time  approaches  nigh 

When  friends  and  relatives  must  part; 
Death  will  dissolve  the  mortal  tie, 

And  rend  the  sympathizing  heart. 
Hark!  from  the  grave  the  tumbling  clod 

Salutes  thine  ears  and  loudly  rings; 
Prepare  to  meet  your  slighted  God, 

O,  turn  your  eyes  from  fading  things! 

6  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 

By  fleeting  time  or  early  death; 
Your  morning  sun  may  sit  at  noon, 

And  you  in  darkness  end  your  breath. 
Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks, 

Will  wither  like  the  blasted  rose; 
The  coffin,  earth  and  winding  sheet 

Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

7  Oh,  heedless  ones!  that  wildly  stroll, 

The  grave  will  soon  become  your  bed. 
Where  silence  reigns  and  vapors  move 

In  dreary  darkness  round  your  head. 
Vour  friends  will  pass  the  lonesome  place, 

And"  with  a  sigh  move  slow  along, 
Still  gazing  at  the  spires  of  grass, 

That  will  be  o'er  your  bodies  grown. 

8  But  Oh,  the  soul,  where  vengeance  reigns! 
It  sinks  with  groans  and  fruitless  cries; 
It  rolls  amidst  the  burning  flames. 
In  boundless  woe  and  agonies! 


.il  t^>  I  ii  r.    ii  Aftl 


There  closed  around  in  i  ght, 

Where  demons  dwell  and  thunders  roar. 
Ton  i   in  keen  dispair  and  jmilt, 

When  thousand,  thousand  years  arc  o'er. 

0  Oh,  heedless  youth!  Ibis  ii  the  : 

<  )f  all  that  do  : 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  lat 

Tlie  way  of  life  in  Christ  (o  choot 
Then  lay  your  carnal  weapoiM 

No  longer  ii_-i.i  against  your  Gfed, 
But  with  my  mission  now  comply, 

And  J  haven  will  he  yo  . 

•J  i  1 .    i . 

\    4  WAX  m|  doubts,  begone  my  ['<■ 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord  appe 
The  wonders  that  my  Saviour  wrought, 
O,  how  delightful  is  the  thought! 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love, 
When  first  my  heart  was  dft>wo  al  ■ 
When  first  1  BSW  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  triuinph'd  in  1.  .ce. 

2  Pursue,  my  th  his  pleasing  theme,, 

'Twas  not  a  fancy  or  a  dr 
'Twas  gr ■:•  :  he  skies, 

And  Bhall  be  mam  llous  in  my  i 
I  g  Ir.nl  1  mourn*d  like  one  I 
Long  had  my  soul  for  comfort  sought; 

JesUS  was  w  .tn<\-.~  to  my  I 
And   I  i  tly  calin'd  mv  fi 


THE    HARP.  317 


{3  He  cleans'd  my  soul,  he  chang'd  my  dress, 
And  cloth'd  me  with  his  righteousness; 
He  spoke  at  once  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  I  rejoice  as  if  in  Heaven. 
How  was  I  struck  with  sweet  surprise, 
When  glory  shone  before  my  eyes! 
How  did  I  sing  from  day  to  day, 
And  wish'd  to  sing  my  soul  away'. 

4  The  world  with  all  its  pomp  withdrew, 
'Twas  less  than  nothing  in  my  view; 

'     Redeeming  love  was  all  my  theme, 
And  life  appear'd  an  idle  dream. 
I  gloried  in  my  Saviour's  grace, 
I  sang  my  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
My  soul  now  long'd  to  soar  away, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  in  endless  day, 

5  The  powers  of  hell  in  vain  combine 
To  tempt  or  interrupt  my  mind; 

I  saw,  and  sang  in  joyful  strains, 
The  monster  satan  held  in  chains. 
"These  are  the  wonders  I  record, 
The  marvellous  goodness  of  the  Lord; 
O,  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  praise, 
To  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  grace! 

242.    The  SouV s  Aspiration. 
1  4~\  FOR  a  breeze  of  heavenly  love 
To  waft  my  soul  away, 
To  the  celestial  worlds  above, 
Where  pleasures  ne'er  decay. 


318  THE    HARP. 


2  Eternal  Spirit  deign  to  be 

My  pilot  liere  below; 
To  steer  through  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
Where  chilling  winds  do  blow. 

3  Prom  rocks  of  pride  on  either  hand, 

From  quicksands  of  despair, 
O  guide  me  safe  to  Canaan's  land, 
Through  every  latent  snare. 

4  Anchor  me  in  that  port  above, 

On  that  eternal  shore, 
Where  dashing  billows  never  move, 
W litre  tempests  never  roar. 


243.   In  Days  Past, 

1  npHE  Christians  of  old  united  in  one, 

As  sheep  in  a  fold  were  never  alone; 
As  birds  of  a  feather  they  flock'd  to  their  nest, 
And  shclter'd  together  in  Jesus'  breast. 

2  However  employ'd,  their  jny  was  the  same, 
They  never  were  cloy'd  in  hymning  the  Lamb; 
Their  sole  recreation  to  sing  of  his  praise, 
And  publish  salvation  through  Jesus'  grace. 

3  Small  learning  they  had,  and  wanted  no  more, 
Not  man j  could  read,  but  all  could  adore; 

No  help  from  the  college  or  school  they  receiv'd 
Content  with  His    knowledge    in  whom   they 
believ'd. 


THK    HARP.  319 

4  No  riches'had  they  but  riches  of  grace, 

No  fondness  for  play,  nor  passion  for  praise; 
No  moments  of  leisure  for  trifling  employ, 
Poss^ss'd  of  a  treasure  in  God  to  rejoice. 

5  Mt*n,  in  their  own  eyes,  were  children  again, 
And  children   were  wise  and  prudent  as  men; 
The  women  were  fearful  of  nothing  but  sin, 
Their  dress  indicated  their  consciences  clean. 

6  Wrapp'd  up  in  their  Lord,  his  service  and  love, 
They  lived  and  ach>r'd  like  angels  above; 

To  keep  in  his  favor  their  lives  they  laid  down, 
And  now  with  their  Saviour  inherit  'bp  crown. 

244.  Awake,  Sinner. 

1  4  WAKE!  O  guilty  world  awake! 

Behold  the  earth's  foundation  shake, 
While  the  Redeemer  bleeds  for  you; 
His  death  proclaims  to  Adam's  race, 
Free  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace. 
To  all  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  too. 

2  Come,  guilty  mortals,  come  and  see 
Your  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree; 

For  you,  all  dress'd  in  purple  gore, 
His  weight  of  woe  did  veil  the  sun, 
Tis  done,  lis  done,  tis  done,  tis  d>ne, 

That  man  might  live  forevermore. 

3  Behold  the  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
Spreading  his  bleeding  hands  abroad; 


320  t  11  k    n  \  n  p  . 

Come  see  him  yielding  up  lo  death. 
Behold  him  in  his 

lie  die.-,  he  djes,  he  dies,  he  dies, 
And  yields  his  last  expiring  breath. 

)    He  dies  and  triumphs  over  death, 
To  give  the  dead  immortal  breath, 

And  spread  the  honors  of  his  name; 
Shout!  brethren,  shout  with  cheerful  voice, 
Rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

245.    Today,  jrf  you  will  Rear  his    I  ■ 

1  fl^O-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 

Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 

Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 

2  Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest, 

And  with  this  glorious  Jesus  rest? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  guilt  and  paiol 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign.' 

3  Make  now  your  choice,  and  halt  no  more, 

For  now  he's  waiting  for  the  poor: 
Say,  now  poor  souls,  what  will  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 

4  Once  more  I  ask  you  in  his  name — 

1  know  his  love  is  still  the  same — 
£>ay,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go? 

v.  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no? 


THE    HARP 


321 


5  Ye  dear  young  men,  for  ruin  bound, 

Amidst  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

6  Young  ladies,  now  we  look  to  you; 

Are  you  resolved  to  perish,  too, 
To  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on, 
And  sink  in  flaming  rivers  down? 

7  Then,  blooming  friends,  a  long  farewell! 

We're  bound  fox  heaven,  but  you  to  hell— 
'  Still,  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  the  burning  day. 

8  Oh!  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell, 

Resolved  with  devils  there  to  dwell? 
Still  we  will  weep,  lament  and  cry, 
That  God  may  change  you  ere  you  die. 

246.   Blind  Bartimeus. 

1  "-M/rERCY,  O  thouso.n  of  David!" 

Thus  poor  blind  Bartim'us  pray'd; 
"Oihersby  thy  grace  are  saved, 
O,  vouchsafe  to  me  thine  aid." 

CHORUS. 

Well  beloved,  blessed  Savior, 
Well  beloved  Priest  and  King: 

Glory  be  to  the  I  jamb  slain 

For  us;  he  did  salvation  bring. 

2  While  he  prayed  others  chid  him, 

Yet  he  cried  the  louder  still, 


322  T  H  E    H  A  R  P 


Till  the  gracious  Savior  bid  him, 
"Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  braying  used  to  live;   . 
But  he  asked,  and  Jesus  granted 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day!" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  Dy  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Now,  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around; 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
What  a  Savior  I  have  found! 

6  Oh!  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advised  by  me! 
Surely  they  would  come  unto  him, 
He  would  cause  thein  all  to  see." 

247.    The  Land  of  Pleasure. 
1  rpHERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 

Where  streams  of  joy  forever  roll, 
'Tis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  hope  to  rest  my  soul : 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray; 
But  since  my  Savior  found  me, 
A  light  has  shone  alonsr  my  way. 


THE    HARP.  323 


2  My  way  is  full  of  danger, 

•  But  it's  the  path  that  leads  to  God; 
And  like  a  valiant  soldier, 

I'll  dauntless  march  the  narrow  road: 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  helmet,  breastplate,  and  my  shield, 
And  fight,  the  host  of  Satan, 

Until  I  reach  the  heavenly  field. 

3  I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

Still  guided  by  my  Savior's  hand; 
O,  come  along,  poor  sinners, 

And  see  Immanuel's  happy  land; 
To  ail  who  stay  behind  me, 

I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell — 
O  come,  or  you'll  repent  it 

When  you  arrive  at  the  gate  of  hell, 

4  The  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before; 
Oh,  how  I  stand  and  tremble 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar! 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 

Or  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there — 
From  sinking  dovvn  to  darkness 

And  to  the  regions  of  despair. 

.5  The  waves  shall  not  affright  me, 

Although  they're  deeper  than  the  grave; 
If  Jesus  will  stand  by  me, 

J'll  calmly  ride  on  Jordan's  wave; 


T  II   E     HARP. 


1 1  is  word  has  calmed  the  ocean, 

!1>  lamp  baa  cheered  the  gloomy  vale; 
O,  may  this  friend  go  with 

When  through  the  gates  of  death  1  sail. 
;i  come,  thou  King  of  Lew 

And  with  thy  weapona  lay  me  low; 
I  soon  shall  reach  that  n  _ 

Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow. 
Oh  sinners,  must  I  leave  you, 

No  more  to  join  your  social  band! 
No  more  to  stand  before  you, 

Till  at  the  judgment  seat  we  stand? 

7  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole; 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll: 
Then  I  shall  see  my  Savior 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come, 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  ransomed  people  home. 

248.    Th  ii  nm. 

1  rr^HE  Lord  into  his  garden  come, 

The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  lilies  grow  and  tin \ 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 
'J  O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 


THE    HARP.  325 


A  fruitful  soil  become; 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes; 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  coming  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

IVly  soul  a  witness  is: 
I  taste  and  see  a  pardon  free, 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me, 
Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

1  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Savior  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive; 
None  are  too  vile  who  will  repent, 
Out  of  oiTe  sinner  legions  went— ■ 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come,  brethren   dear,   who  know  the  Lord3 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  g'o  on. 
0,ur  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high; 
It  comes  in  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 


326  THE    HARP 


7  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply. 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through, 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  And  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout  Etnd  sing* 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saint6  get  home. 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dean 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

Fur  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9  Ampn,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies* 

And  claim  my  mansions  there: 
Now   here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

249.  Heaven. 

1  TflHIS  world  is  all  a  fleecing  show, 

For  man's  probation  given; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  fears  of  wo 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow; 
There's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 

2  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day, 

From  wave  to  wave  are  driven, 
And  fancy's  flash,  and  reason's  ray 
Serve  but  to  light  their  troubled  way; 

There's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 


THE    HARP.  *    327 

3  And  where's  the  light  held  out.  to  cheer 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven] 
Affliction's  sigh  and  sorrow's  tear 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here: 

There's  nothing  kind  but  heaven. 

4  Ah!  false  the  light  of  glory's  plume, 

As  fading  hues    of  even, 
And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom 
Are  blossoms  gathered  for  the  tomb: 

There's  nothing  bright  but  heaven.' 

5  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven; 
Free  pleasure,  everlasting  peace 
Are  only  found  through  God's  free  grace; 

There's  nothing  good  but  heaven. 

6  From  those  who  walk.in  wisdom's  ways, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven; 
They're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  on  their  way  to  heaven. 

250.    The  Penitent  Thief. 

1  SOVEREIGN  grace  has  power  alone 

To  subdue  the  heart  of  stone; 
In  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died; 

The  one,  with  bold  blasphemous  tongue, 
Scoffed  at  Jesus,  as  he  hung. 


328  ,  THE    HARP. 


3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death, 
Perished,  as  too  many  do — 
With  the  Savior  in  his  view. 

4  The  other,  being  touched  by  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 

Faith  received;  he  owned  the  Lord, 
Whom  the  priests  and  scribes  abhorred. 

5  "Lord,"  he  prayed,  "remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be;" 
"Sure  with  me"  the  Lord  replied, 
"Thou  shalt  be  in  paradise." 

G  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 
Grace  vouchsafed  in  time  of  need; 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  will  find  him  still  the  same. 

7  But  beware  of  unbelief, 

Think  upon  the  harden'd  thief, 
For  if  the  gospel  you  disdain, 
Christ  for  you  has  died  in  vain. 

251.   Behold  the  Man! 
i^OME  ye  that  love  my  Lord  and  Master, 

And  like  king  David  I  will  tell — 
Though  chief  of  sinners,  I've  found  favor, 
Redeemed  by  Christ  from  sin  and  hell: 
Far  as  the  east  from  the  west  is  parted, 
So  far  from  me,  by  dying  love, 


THE    HARP.  329 


My  sins  through  faith  are  separated — 
Blest  antepast  of  the  joys  above. 

2  I  late  a  stranger  from  Jesus  wander'd, 

And  thought  each  dang'rous  poison  good; 
But  he  in  mercy  and  love  pursued  me, 

With  cries  of  his  redeeming  blood: 
But  like  Bartim'us  I  was  blinded, 

In  nature's  darkest  night  concealed, 
Till  Jesus'  kindness  removed  my  blindness, 

And  he  his  pard'ning  love  revealed. 

3  Now  will  I  praise  him  while  he  spares  me, 

And  with  his  people  sing  aloud; 
Though  hell  oppose  me,  and  sinners  mock  me, 

With  songs  of  rapture  I'll  praise  my  Cod: 
By  faith  I  see  the  heavenly  concert, 

They  sing  aloud  redeeming  love. 
O,  with  desire  my  heart's  on  fire, 

I  long  to  taste  the  joys  above. 

4  The  awful  day  is  fast  approaching, 

When  Christ  in  glorious  clouds  shall  come, 
With  shoi.ts  of  angels  and  sound  of  trumpets, 

To  take  his  ransom'd  followers  home. 
There  Abram,  Isaac,  and  holy  prophets, 

Willi  all  the  seraphs  at  God's  right  hand — 
There  saints  and  angels  who  join  in  concert, 

Shout,  as  they  gaze  o'er  the  heavenly  land. 

252.   Lot's  Wife. 
1  "X^E  carnal  professors 

Who  stand  on  your  lees, 


330  T  H  E    H  A  R  P 


Amidst  your  vain  pleasures, 
Your  profits  and  ease, 

God  calls  you — arise 

And  escape  for  your  life, 

And  look  not  behind  you — 
Remember  Lot's  wife. 

2  Awake  from  your  slumbers. 

And  warning  receive; 
'Tis  Jesus  that  calls  you, 

The  message  believe: 
While  danger's  around  you, 

Escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — 

Remember  Lot's  wife. 

3  The  ways  of  religion 

True  pleasures  afford; 
No  pleasure  can  equal 

The  Joy  of  the  Lord; 
Forsake  then  the  world, 

And  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — 

Remember  Lot's  wife. 

4  How  many  poor  souls 

Has  the  tempter  beguiled, 
With  specious  temptations, 

How  many  defiled: 
Then  be  not  deluded, 

Escape  for  your  life, 


f  H  E    H  A  R  ¥  .  331 


And  look  not  behind  you — 
Remember  Lot's  wife. 

5  The  first  bold  apostate 

Will  tempt  you  to  stray, 
He'll  tell  you,  no  danger 

Of  falling  away; 
He  means  to  deceive  you, 

Escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  -you — 

Remember  Lot's  wife. 


253.    On  the  Death  of  a  Friend. 
T^XCEEDINGLY  sorrowful  even  to  death, 
Hesinks  to  the  earth, he  is  fainting  for  breath, 
"My  Father,  this  cup — O,  why  must  it  be? 
Why  may  not  this  bitterest  cup  pass  from  me? 
But  yet  not  as  I  wilt — as  thou  wilt — how  sweet 
The  draught  in  which  justice  and  tenderness 

meet ! 
Then  shall  I  not  drink  it — vvhate'er  it  may  be, 
The  eup  which  my  Father  has  given  to  me!" 

'Twas  thus  in  the  fiercest  assault  of  despair, 
The  Savior  in    darkness  poured  forth  his  lone 

prayer, 
As  sinking  beneath  the  vast  burden,  he  fell, 
That  else  must  have  sunk  a  lost  world  into 

hell: 
With  none  to  uphold  him, with  none  to  console, 
Unpitied,  unheeded,  he  poured  out  his  sou!: 


332  THE    JliRP. 

"Oh  shall  I  not  drink  it,  whate'er  it  may  be — 
The  cup  which  my  Father  has  given  to  me?" 

3  Did  Jesus  receive  e'en  the  wormwood  and  gall, 
And  drink  the  last  dregs  of  the  cup  for  us  all? 
Then  why  from  the  drop  which  he  gives  me  to 

drink, 
So  mingled  with  sweetness  shall  lever  drink? 
How  sweet,  let  me  say,  is  my  bitterest  cup, 
Compared  with  the  draught  which  my  Saviour 

drank  up; 
Then  shall  I  not  drink  it  whate'er  it  may  be; 
The  cup  which  my  Father  hath  given  to  me? 

4  The  friend  on  whose  bosom  I  loved  to  recline, 
Whose  mind,    heart  and  soul  were  co-mingled 

with  mine; 
He  whom  at  all  seasons  I  joyed  to  caress, 
On  whom  I  delighted  to  lean  in  distress, 
My  dearest  companion  is  taken  away, 
And  left  me  to  sorrow  and  darkness  a  prey; 
•  But  shall  I  not  drink  it  tho'  bitter  it  be, 
The  cup  which  my  Father  has  given  to  me? 

254.   Burst,  ye  Emerald  Gates1. 
1   T3  URST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 
To  my  raptured  vision 
All  the  extatic  joys  that  spring 

Around  the  bright  elysian: 
Lo!  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies! 


T  II  R    HA  R  r  .  S3S 


Sons  of  righteousness,  arise! 

Open  the  gates  of  Paradise, 
'2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 

Freely  flash  before  Him; 
Myriads  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  Him; 
Angelic  trumps  resound  His  fame; 

Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  His  name, 

Heaven  echoing  the  same. 
3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  stations, 
Shout  His  gloaious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation, 
Cast  their  crowns  before  His  throne; 

Cry,  in  reverential  tone; 
"Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

Holy— holy— holy  One." 
I  Hark!  the  thrilling  symphonies, 

Seem,  tnethinks,  to  seize  us: 
Join  we  to  the  holy  lays, 

Jesus — Jesus — Jesus. 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  songs, 

Sweetest  note  on  mortals  tongue* 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 

Jesus — Jesus — flow  along. 

255.   Parting  of  ike  Indian  Friend?. 
1  "\T7*HEN  shall  we  aH  meet  again? 
•i  shall  we 
I 


r 


334  the   a  A  R  f  . 

Oft  shall  glowing  hope  a.-: 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire; 
Oft  shall  Death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigFi, 
Parch'd  beneath  a  hostile  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  roll, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  sou!t — 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
Oft  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  our  burnished  locks  are  gray, 
Thin'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  day, 
When  around  this  youthful  pine 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine; 
Long  may  this  lov'd  bower  remain, 
Here  may  we  all  meet  again. 

£  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled', 
When  Us  wasted  lamps  are  dead — 
When  in  cold  oblivion  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid — 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again-. 

5  When  the  chilly  press  of  death 
Rob's  me  of  my  fleetino  breath — 
Then  I'll  bear  my  spirit  up, 
Cheer'd  with  this  delightful  hope. 
That  whero  pleasures  ever  reign, 
There  we  hope  to  meet  again. 

6  Yes,  in  yonder  world  above, 
Mercy  sits  ertfhron'd  in  love — 
We  inusl  tread  the  thorny  road* 
Leading  to  the  mount  above, 

If  where  pleasures  ever  reign, 
We  would  hope  to  meet  again. 


the  n  A  R  P  .  335 


7  And  now  my  friends,  a  fund  adieu, 
Think  of  me  as  I  of  you; 
Let  me  round  your  hearts  entwine, 
Only  as  you  do  around  mine; 
If  while  here  we  do  remain, 
We  should  never  meet  again. 


256.  Redemption. 
f^QME,  friends  and  relations,  let's  join  heart 
and  hand; 
The  voice  of  the  turtle  is  heard  in  our  land; 
Let's  all  walk  together,  and  follow  the  sound, 
And  march  to  the  place  where  redemption  is 
found. 

2  The  place  is  not  hidden,  nor  is  it  conceal'd; 
All  mortals  may  know  it,  for  now  'tis  reveal'd: 
The  place  is  in  Jesus,  to  Jesus  we'll  go, 

And  there  find  redemption  from  sorrow  and  wo. 

3  And  you,  my  dear  brethren,  who  love  my  dear 

Lord, 
Who've  witnessed  free   pardon,  through  faith 

in  his  blood, 
Let  patience  attend  you  wherever  you  be, 
In  Christ  you've  redemption,  'tis   purchased — 

'tis  free. 

4  We  read  of  commotions,  and  signs  in  the  skies; 
The  sun  and  the  moon  shall  be  clothed  in  dis- 
guise : 

But  when  you  shall  see  all  these  tokens  appear, 


336  T  H  E     H  A  R  P. 


Then   lift   up   your  heads,    your   redemption 
draws  near. 

£>    Oh!  then  the    arch  angel   the   trumpet  shal£ 

sound, 
To  awake  God's  dear  people  that  sleep  unde? 

ground: 
The  sound  of  the  trumpet  shall  bid  them  arise. 
To   meet    tin- ir   redemption  with  jny,    in  the 

skies. 

6  G,then,  loving  Jesus  our  souls  will  receive, 
From  bonds  of  corruption  our  bodies  relieve; 
Then  we  shall  be  perfect,  and  we  shall  be  free. 
We'll  sing  of  redemption  wherever  we  be. 

7  Redeemed  from  sin,  and  redeemed  from  death. 
Redeemed  from  corruption,  redeemed  from  the 

earth, 
Redeemed  from  damnation,  redeemed  from  aU 

wo, 
We'll  sing  of  redemption  wherever  we  go, 


257.    The   Christian  s  Grief. 

BY   U.  U.  B . 

J  nPO  see  his  harp — once  tuneful  harp, 
On  weeping  willows  hung, 
Its  tones  of  joy  for  sorrow  changed, 

And  all  its  chords  unstrung; 
And  then  to  hear  the  scoffer  say, 
"Now  where's  the  might,y  Chief; 


THE    II  A  R  ?  .  337 

Strung  to  deliver  and  redeem'?" 
This  is  a  Christian's  grief. 

2  To  see  the  thoughtless  sinner  stand 

On  ruin's  slippery  brink, 
Assured  that  down  the  dreadful  gulf, 

His  guilty  scul  must  sink, 
And  yet  unmindful  of  the  hand 

Stretched  out  to  give  relief, 
The  voice  that  fain  would  win  him  back; 

This  is  a  Christian's  grief. 

3  To  watch  the  strange,  misguided  step 

Of  him  who  once  bid  fair 
To  tread  the  hallowed  courts  on  high, 

And  dwell  with  angels  there; 
To  think  the  heart  that  once  made  God 

Of  all  its  joys,  the  chief, 
Should  e'er  forget  a  Savior's  love; 

This  is  a  Christian's  grief. 

i  7'o  mark  with  tears,  with  aching  heart, 

The  ways  of  Zion  mourn, 
To  see  how  few  our  feasts  attend, 

How  many  wisdom  spurn, 
To  see  her  gates  left  desolate, 

And  sin,  and  unbelief 
Their  fearful,  dreadful  inroads  make; 

This  is  a  Christian's  grief. 

»  But  when  his  overwhelming  grief, 
Would  seem  almost  despair, 


>38  T  H  E    H  A  R  P 


To  lift  the  eye  of  faith  to  heaven, 
And  say,  "my  Savior's  there;" 

This  calms  the  anguish  of  his  soul, 
This  yields  his  heart  relief, 

Until,  through  faith,  his  heaven-born  joy 
O'ercomes  his  wildest  grief. 

258.    To  the  Omnipotent. 

1  T   ORD  of  universal  nature, 

God  of  every  living  creature, 
Light  of  morning,  shade  of  even, 
King  of  ocean,  earth,  and  heaven, 
Whilst  I  prostrate  bow  before  Thee, 
Teach  my  spirit  to  adore  Thee. 

2  Soul  of  love,  and  source  of  pleasure, 
Mine  of  every  richer  treasure, 
King  of  tempest,  storm  and  shower, 
Ruler  of  each  secret  power, 
Whilst  for  favor  I  implore  Thee, 
Teach  my  spirit  to  adore  Thee. 

3  Spring  of  river,  lake  and  fountain, 
Piler  of  the  rock  and  mountain, 
Breath  of  animal  creation, 

Life  of  varied  vegetation, 

While  I  prostrate  bow  before  Thee, 

Teach  my  spirit  to  adore  Thee. 

4  First  and  last,  Eternal  Being, 
All-pervading,  and  all-seeing, 
Centre  of  Divine  perfection, 


T  H  K     II  A  R  T 


Whence  the  planets  learn  subjection, 
Whilst  fur  favor  I  implore  Thee, 
Teach  my  spirit  to  adore  Thee. 

259.    The    Convert. 

1  £"^OME  listening-  angels,  assist  me  to  sing 

The  love  of  my  Jesus,  my  Heavenly  king7 
Great  things  for  my  sool  he  snrely  hath  done, 
All  glory  to  God,  for  the  gift  of  his  Son. 

2  I  wander'd  in  darkness  a  stranger  to  God, 
Neglecting  his  calls,  and  slighting  his  word; 
In  romance  and  novels,  I  tho't  I  should  gain 
Some  pleasure,  or  honor,  or  knowledge  obtain. 

3  At  length  the  glad  trumpet  saluted  my  ears, 
And  thunderings  from  Sinai,  alarmed  my  fears; 
The  tears  of  repentance  so  freely  did  run, 

For  slighting  my  Savior,  I  cried  I'm  undone. 

4  One  night  while    a  musing,  these  words  came 

with  power, 
"O  do  not  be  grieved,  or  weep  any  more; 
Believe  thou  in  God,  believe  also  in  me, 
In  the   house  of  my  Father  there's  mansions  for 

thee/' 

5  'Tis  the  voice  of  my  Savior,  my  soul  then  re- 

plied, 
For  me  he  hath  suffered,  for  rne  he  hath,  died; 
The  blood  from  his  wounds  while  he  hung  on  the 

tree, 
Hath  purchased  redemption  and  pardon  for  m<j. 


340  THE    HART. 

6  Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul,   for  the    work   he 

has  done: 
What  Heavenly  peace  in  my  soul  is  begun; 
I'll  give  him  the  glory  while  on  earth  I  remain, 
When  I  pass  over  Jordan,  I'll  praise  him  again. 

7  Now  my  soul  is  immersed  in  the  ocean  oflove, 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  in  heaven  above; 
Through  grace  I'm  determined  I'll  never  £ive  o'er 
Till  safely  I'm  landed  on  Canaan's  bright  shore. 


260.    Addressed  to  the  Aged  Sinner 

BY  REV.   S.   MA.TTISO-Y. 

1  |~VLD  people,  will  you  still  despise 

The  glorious  offers  office  grace? 
Harden  your  hearts,  and  close  your  eyes, 

And  fear  to  know  your  woful  case? 
Though  God  has  called,  you  have  refused, 

And  broken  every  loyal  vow: 
His  mercy  you  liave  long  abused, 

And  trampled  on  his  holy  law. 

2  Oh!  pray  reflect  upon  your  lives 

Of  sinful  folly,  guilt  and  shame, 
And  fear  that  God  who  still  preserves 

Your  spirits  from  the  dreadful  flames. 
Oh,  do  not  venture  longer  still, 

Behold  the  gulf  is  yawning  wide: 
The  Holy  Ghost  will  shortly  seal 

Your  spirits  to  the  flaming  tide. 


THE    HARP.  341 


3  For  happiness  you've  long  pursued, 

In  riches,  vice  and  fruitless  plans; 
But  hope  has  failed  and  grief  ensued, 

And  conscience  your  accuser  stands. 
Your  vain,  presumptuous  hold,  unloose; 

Exchange  this  fading  world  for  heaven; 
The  way  of  life  and  glory  choose, 

Believe,  and  feel  your  sins  forgiven. 

4  Your  cheerful  days  of  youth  are  past, 

And  they  will  never  more  return; 
But  how  have  you  in  heedless  haste, 

Life's  short  career  so  nearly  run, 
While  death  prepared  in  dread  array, 

Presents  his  awful  summons  nigh, 
To  make  your  feeble  frames  his  prey, 

From  whose  demand  no  one  can  fly. 

5  Your  snowy  locks  and  wrinkled  cheeks, 

Your  failing  speech  and  trembling  bands, 
Your  dissolution  near  bespeak; 

Soon  you  must  fly  to  distant  lands: 
The  greedy  earth  and  gaping  pit 

Wait  now  impatient  for  their  prey; 
Death  will  his  conquest  soon  complete— - 

Then,  Oh,  prepare  to  launch  away. 

G  You  must  be  driven  from  the  earth, 
And  from  the  shores  of  time  be  hurl'd, 
To  feel  the  pangs  of  endless  death, 
If  you  remain  in  sin  beguiled, 


342  THE    HARP. 

Though  you  reject  his  profier'd  grace, 
His  vengeance  you  can  ne'er  withstand; 

Then  speedily  his  call  embrace, 

Repeat,  believe,  or  you'll  be  damn'd. 

261.   God  is  Love. 

BY  J.  WESLEY. 

1   £\  GO  D  of  all  grace,  thy  goodness  we  praise, 
Thy  Son  thou  hast  given  to  die  in  our  place: 
With  joy  we  approve  the  design  of  thy  love, 
'Tis  -a  wonder  on  earth  and  a  wonder  above. 

2  Tongue  cannot  explain  the  love  of  God-Man, 
Which  the  angels  desire  to  look  into  in  vain; 
It  dazzles  our  eyes,  thought  cannot  arise, 
To  find  out  the  cause  why  the  Infinite  dies. 

3  Or  if  pity  inclin'd  him  to  die  for  mankind, 
The  ground  of  that  pity  no  seraph  can  find; 
He  came  from  above  our  curse  to  remove, 
He  hath  loved,  he   hath    loved  us,   because  he 

would  love, 

4  Love  moved  him  to  die,  and  on  this  we  reiy, 
He   hath  loved,   he  hath  loved  us,    we  cannot 

tell  why. 
But  this  we  can  tell,  he  hath  loved  us  so  well, 
As  to  lay  down  his  life  to  redeem  us  from  hell. 

5  He  hath  ransomed  our  race,  O  how  shall  wc 

praise, 
Or  worthily  sing  his  unspeakable  grace! 


THE    HARP.  343 


Nothing  else  will  we  know  in  our  journey  be- 
low, 
But  singing  thy  praise,  to  thy  paradise  go. 

6  Yea,  and   when  we  remove  to  the   mansions 
above, 
Our  heaven  shall  still  be  to  sing  of  his  love; 
And  when  time  is  no  more,  we  still  shall  adore 
The  ocean  of  love  without  bottom  or  shore. 


Ere  long  we  shall  fly  to  the  regions  on  high, 
For  Israel's  strength  cannot  vary  or  lie; 
He  soon  will  appear,  He  more  lhan  draws  near, 
Oar  Jesus  is  come  and  eternity's  here. 


262.    The  Triumph  of  Truth. 

BY  REV.    JOSHUA   MARSDEX. 

1  'njpIS  built  on  a  rock,  and  the  tempest  may  rave, 

Its  solid  foundation  repels  the  proud  wave; 
Though  Satan  himself  may  appear  in  the  van, 
Truth  smiles  at  the  rage  of  the  infidel  clan. 

CHORUS. 

Truth,  truth,  O  blessed  truth! 

Oppose  it  who  may,  there  is  majesty  in  truth. 

2  Like  the  sun  going  forth  in  its  mighty  career, 
To  gladden  the  earth  and  illumine  each,  sphere, 
The  chariot  of  truth  shall  in  mnjesty  roll, 
O'er  climate,  Isle,  Ocean,  to  each  distant  pole. 

CHORUS. 


344  T  HE    HARP 


3  A  glorified  course  it  shall  nobly  pursue, 
Encircling-  with    radiance   both    Gentile   and 

Jew; 
And  millions  of  heathen  their  idols   despising, 
Shall  bask  in  its  smiles  and  exult  in  its  rising. 

CHORUS. 

4  The  shadows  that  cover  the  regions  of  Thame, 
Shall    vanish   cr  flame    with  the    light  of  the 

Lamb; 
Each  lovely  green  Island  that    gems  the    suit 

wave, 
His  truth  will  convert,  his  philanthropy  save. 

CHORUS. 

5  Already  a  glory  has  flamed  in  the  west, 
Poor  negroes  with  spiritual  fecdorn  are  blest; 
The   palms   of  the   south   show  its   beautiful 

blaze, 
And  the  boreal  pines  have    been    tint  with  its 
rays. 

CHORUS. 

6  A  voice  in  the  desert,  a  voice  in  the  wood, 
A  voice  o'er  the  mountain  and  billowy  flood; 
Thy  glory  is  come,  abject  heathen  arise, 
And  shine  like  a  new  risen  star  in  the  skies. 

CHORUS. 

7  A  star  in  the  east  is -to  millions  display'd, 
Whose  lustre    has  sunk  the    proud  crcsent  in 

shade: 


THE    H  A  R  P  .  345 


O'er  the  darkness  of  nations  for  ages  forlorn, 
Bright  truth  is  diffusing  millennial  morn. 

CHORUS. 

3  O'er  pagod  and  altar  the  gospel  has  blazed, 
The  Brahmin  has    wondered,  the  Moslem  has 

gazed; 
The  vision  delightful  shall  Salern  behold, 
And  under  one  Shepherd  the  world  be  one  fold. 

CHORUS. 

"9  The  sign  of  the  cross  has  appear'd;  the  bless'd 

sign, 
And  farth  has  deciphered  the  motto  divine; 
He  must  reign  till  the  nations  in  homage  bow 

down, 
The  wicked  his  footstool,  believers  his  crown. 

CHORUS. 

10  Life's  river  of  crystal  shall  every  where  flow, 
Till  flowerless  deserts  a  paradise  grow, 
And  wilds   bleak  and  barren  burst  out  in  the 

glory, 
Predicted  by  seers  in  prophetical  story. 

CHORUS. 

11  The  record  denounces  that  Babel  shall  fallj 
Priest,  pagod,  fane,  idol,  mosque,  mineral,  all 
The  strong  holds  of  Satan  to  ruin  be  hurled, 
And  glory  shall  cover  our  desolate  world. 
rjiORis. 


346  THE    HARP. 


12  The  mighty  may  fight  with  Jehovah's  decree, 
And  skeptic  may  write  that  it  never  shall  be; 
But  the  finger  of  time  on  its  dial  shall  stop, 
Ere  one  promise  prove   false  or  one  prophecy 

drop. 

CHORUS. 

13  Go  stop  it,  proud  scorner — Alas!  it  is  vain, 
Ye  may  as  well  tie  up  the  winds  with  a  chain, 
Or  the  stars,  or  the  tides  of  the  Ocean  control, 
Or  fuse  the  vast  ices  that  rivet  the  pole. 

CHORUS. 

263.   Mary's  Lamentation. 
T  GREATLY  lamented  the  death  of  my  Savior, 
Who,  when  I  repented  forgave  my  behavior; 

1  repaired  to  the  tomb  when  the  day  was  a  dawn- 

ing, 
And  I  passed  through  the  gloom  in  deep  solitude 

mourning. 
Great  solemnity,  great  solemnity,  great  solemnity 
Then  surrounded  me! 

2  As  I  was  a  weeping,  a  voice  spoke  behind  me, 
While  thousand-    are  sleeping,   look    Mary,  and 

find  me; 
What  a  rapture  I  fell  when  I  saw  my  Redeemer, 
And  my  heart  it  did  melt,  through  my  soul  ran  a 

tremor. 
O  how  glorious,  O  how  glorious,  O  how  glorious 
Was  his  personage! 


THE    HARP.  347 


0  Who  then  had  arose  from  the  tomb  to  my  com- 

fort, 
His  love  to  disclose  in  a  manner  triumphant; 

1  rejoiced  when  I  heard  of  my  Lord's  resurrection, 
Who  again  had  appear'd  in  a  state  of  perfection. 
O  Immanuel,  O  Immanuel,  O  Immanuel 

All  victorious! 

4  The  Iieavens  retain  him  in  glory  and  grandeur, 
Till  they    who  have   slain   him   shall  see  him  in 

splendor; 
He'll  descend  with  a  shout   to  assemble  Hie  na- 

B  tions. 
And  the  sou  will  go  ou  jht  constel- 

lat . 
See  his  majesty.  s<>e  his  . .  see  his  m 

M jsl  matgni&eenti 

5  The  trumpet  will  sound  in  a  mannersurprising, 
The  dead  under  ground  from  their  graves  will  be 

rising, 

The  elements  melt  and  the  heavens  are  retiring; 

What  a  shock  will  be   felt  when  the  world  is  ex- 
piring. 

Crown'd    with    dignity,    crown'd    with    dignity, 
crown'd  with  dignity 

Will  my  Savior  be! 

6  The  Ancient  of  days  on  his  throne  will  be  sit- 

ting, 
In  a  glorious  blaze  at  this  national  meeting: 


348  THE    HARP. 

Of  the  several  classes  there's  none  can  dissemble, 
At  the  sentence  he  passes  the  wicked  will  tremble; 
Depart  ye  cursed,  depart  ye  cursed,  depart  ye 
cursed 

To  despondency! 

7  But  ye  saints  who  adore    me,  are  welcome  to 
enter 

The  portals  of  glory  and  pass  to  the  centre; 

From  sin  I  have  freed  you,  your  joys  are  celestial, 

To  fountains  I'll  lead  you  as  clear  as  a  crystal. 

Come  my   followers,  come    my  followers*  come 
my  followers 

And  be  glorified. 

9  With  joy  they    adhere  to    the  voice  of  then- 
Savior, 

Whose  name  they  revere  and  accept  of  his  favor; 

They  bow  down  at  his  feet  and  tiieir  crowns  cast 
before  him, 

in  rapture  complete  they  forever  adore  him. 

O   their   happiness,   O  their  happiness,  O  their 
happiness 

Is  most  glorious! 

264.    The  Harvest,  or  End  of  the  World. 
npHE  fields  are  all  white,  the  harvest  is  near, 
The  reapers  all  with  their  sharp  sickles  ap- 
pear, 
To  reap  down  the  fields  and  gather  into  barns, 
While  the   wild   plants  of  nature  are  left  for  tc< 
h.i  rn. 


THE    HARP.  349 


2  Come  then,  O  my  soul,  meditate  on  that  day 
When  all  things  in  nature  shall  cease  and  decay; 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound  and  each   angel 

nnpear, 
To  reap  down  the  fields,  both  the  wheat  and  the 
tares. 

3  But  hear  the  sad  cry  that  ascends  to  the  sky, 
Of  those  in  distress  and  have  no  where  to  fly; 
They  call  for  the  rocks  and  mountains  to  fall 
On  their  naked  souls  to  hide  them  withal. 

4  'Twill  all  be  in  vain — the  mountains  will  flee; 
The  rocks  fly  like  hail-stones  and  shall  no  more 

be. 
The  earth,  it  will  quake,  and  the  seas  shall  retire, 
And  the  solid  world  will  all  be  on  fire, 

5  But  hear  the  kind  Judge,  in  those  dread  alarms; 
"First  gather  my  saints — bring  them  to  my  arms, 
That  the  seven   last  plagues  may  be  pour'd  out 

on  those 
Who  have  blasphemed  my  name,  and  my  saints 
have  opposed." 

6  Then  O,  wretched  mortals,  look  up  and  espy 
The  glorious   Redeemer  marching  through  the 

•sky, 
In  a  chariot  of  fire  to  the  earth  he  is  bound, 
With   a  guard  of  bright   angels  attending  him 

down. 


350  THE    HARP 


7  Come  hither,  ye  nations,  your  sentence  receivel 
No  longer  my  Spirit   shall  strive  and  be  grieved, 
For  my  sentence  is  right,  my  judgment  is  just; 
Corne  hither  ye  blest — but  depart  all  yecurs'd. 

8  Now  farewell !    I  leave  you  to  ponder  your 

way; 
May  God  seal  instruction  to  what  I  now  say., 
That  our  souls  at  God" s  throne  may  be  pour'd  out 

in  prayer, 
That  we  be  prepared  to  meet  Christ  in  the  air. 

265.    Christ  Precious. 

J   OOW  precious  is  the  nsimt'! 

Brethren,  sing — brethren  eing; 
How  precious  is  the  name — brethren  sing 
How  precious  is  the  name 
Of  Christ,  our  Paschal  Lamb; 
Who  bore  our  sin  and  shame 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree. 
Who  bore  our  sin  and  shame  on  the  tree. 

2  I've  given  all  for  Christ, 

He  's  my  all — He  's  my  all. 
I  've  given  all  for  Christ,  He  's  my  all. 
I  've  given  all  for  Christ, 
And  my  spirit  cannot  rest, 
Unless  He  's  in  my  breast, 

Reigning  there— reigning  there. 
Pnlcsfc  He's  in  my  breast,  reigning  there. 


THE    HARP 


351 


3  His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear 

With  delight— with  delight; 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear  with  delight. 
His  easy  yoke  I'll  bear, 
And  his  cross  I  will  not  fear; 
His  name  I  will  declare 

Evermore,  evermore. 
His  name  I  will  declare,  evermore. 

4  I  feel  the  love  of  God 

In  my  soul— in  my  soul; 
I  feel  the  love  of  God  in  my  soul. 
I  feel  the  love  of  God, 
In  my  heart  'tis  shed  abroad, 
And  I  will  serve  my  God 

Here  below— here  below. 
And  I  will  serve  my  God  here  below. 

^66.    The  Authors  Desire. 

BY  REV.  CHESTER  V.   AI>GATE. 

1  |^|FT  has  my  youthful  mind  been  led 

Some  foreign  region  for  to  tread, 
The  past  expanse  I  would  explore, 
From  western  Isles  to  Ganges'  shore. 

2  I  'H  see  the  once  most  Christian  ground- 
Where  first  the  gospel's  trump  did  soui 
I'd  see  the  now  demolished  mfoss, 

The  scant  remains  of  polished  Greece. 

3  The  place  where  thousands  once  did  dwei 
Has  now  become  the  hermit's  cell: 


352  T  H  E    HARP. 

A  shepherd  here  and  there  resides, 

With  serpents,  moles,  and  fealher'd  tribes. 

4  I  then  would  see  the  Egyptian  plains, 
Once  occupied  by  frugal  swains. 

I  there  would  pause  and  view  awhile, 
The  flowing  of  the  River  Nile. 

5  From  thence  I'd  see  old  Jordan's  flood, 
Where  Israel  knew  their  Savior  God; 
Where  John  baptized,  a  numerous  host, 
And  circumcision's  seal  was  lost. 

6  To  Gethsem'ne's  garden  I  then  would  go, 
Where  blood  and  tears  for  me  did  flow; 
That  consecrated  place  I'd  see, 

Where  Jesus  kneel'd  and  pray'd  for  me. 

7  Then  Calvary's  skully  mount  I'd  see 
Where  Savior  Jesus  died  for  me; 

I'd  view  the  place  where  once  he  stood, 
And  drop  a  tear  where  he  dropp'd  blood. 

267.    The  Chariot. 

P]PHE  Chariot!  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in  fire, 

As  the  Lord  comelh  down   in  the  pomp  of 

his  ire! 

Lo!  self  moving,  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 

And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  God-head  are 

bowed. 

2  The  Glory!  the  Glory!  around  him  are  pour'd; 
Mighty  frosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the  I  ord, 


Q*3 
T  II  K    H  A_R_P_.__  '   - 

\nd  the'crlorified'siiiHs'and  the  maru  rs  are  there, 

'And  there  all   who   the   palm-wreaths  of  victory 

wear. 

3  The  trumpet!  the  trumpet!    the  dead  have  all 

Lo!  the  depths  of  the  stone-covefd  charnel  are 

stirred; 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from 

the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  man  are  come  forth. 
1  The  Judgment!  the  Judgment!  the  thrones  are 

all  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are 

met : 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 
5  O,  Mercy!  O,  Mercy!  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us  thy  sad  children,  in  love; 
When  beneath,  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are 

driven, 
May  our  justified  souls.find  a  mansions  heaven. 

2G8.    The  Fountain  of   Life. 
1   T  vTHAT  peace  and  .what  comfort,  what  joy, 
*  and  what  love 

Once  flowed  in  abundance,    in  streams  from 

above; 
Refresh'd  every  moment  the  first  happy  pair, 
But  sin  stopped  the  current,  and  brought  in 
despair. 


354  THE    HARP 


2  Then  see  what  deep  anguish,  what  sorrow  and 

pain,' 
They  seek  for  the  fountain,  but  seek  it  in  vain: 
To  sin's  bitter  waters  they  fly  for  relief, 
They    drink,  but  the   draught   still    increases 

their  grief. 

3  Glad  tidings!  glad  tidings!  no  longer  complain, 
Our  Savior  has  opened  this  fountain  again; 
'Tis    mingled  with  mercy,  enriched  with  free 

grace, 
From  Zion  'tis  flowing  on  all  the  lost  race. 

4  How  happy  the  Prophet,  how  pleasant  the  road, 
When  led  down  the  stream  by  the  ano-el  of 

God: 
Though  shallow  at  first,  yet  he  found  it  at  last 
A  river  so  boundless  it  could  not  be  pass'd. 

5  O  sinner,  poor  sinner,  'tis  boundless,  'tis  free. 
You're    welcome — take  freely,    'twas    opened 

for  thee; 
The  Spirit  invites  you,  the  Bride  calls  you,  too, 
Go  call   all  your  neighbors,    they're   welcome 

with  you. 

6  Say  not,  "I'm  a  sinner,  and  must  not- partake;" 
For  that  very  reason,  the  Lord  bids  you  take. 
Say  not,  "too  unworthy,  the  vilest  of  all," 
For  such,  not  the  righteous,  the  Lord  came  to 

call. 


THE    HARP.  355 


7  Now,  Christians,  let  us  travel  along  down  the 
stream, 
The  shallows  are  pleasant,  but  O,  let  us  swim; 
Let  us  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  infinite  love, 
Let  us  wash,  and  be  pure  as  the  angels  above. 

269.   Ashamed  of  Jesus. 

1  TESUS!  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days'? 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star: 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  ashamed  of  noon; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Bright  morning  Star,  bids  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend? 
No!  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Ashamed  of  Jesus!- -yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away — 
No  tear  to  wipe — no  good  to  crave — 
No  frar  to  quell— -no  soul  to  save. 


356  T  H  E     II  A  R  p. 

6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain- 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Savior  slain! 
And  Oh,  may  this  my  glory  he, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me! 


270.   Fiee  Grace. 
HP  HE  voice  of  free  grace   cries  escape  to  the 

mountain, 
For  Adam's  lost  race  Christ  has  open'd  a  foun- 
tain; 
For  sin  and  transgression  and  every  pollution, 
His  blood  it  flows  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon! 
We'll  piaise  him  again, 

When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  That  fountain  so   clear  in  which  all  may  find 

pardon, 

From  Jesus'  side  flows— a  plenteous  redemption; 

Though  your  sins  were  increased    as  high  as  a 
mountain, 

His  blood  flows  most  freely,  O  come  to  the  foun- 
tain! 

Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  O  Jesus!  ride  on,  thy  kingdom  is  glorious, 
Over  sin,  death  and  hell  thou  will  make  us   vic- 
torious; 

Thy  name  shall  be  praised  in  the  great  congre- 
gation* 


THE    II  ART. 


And  saints  shall  delight  in  ascribing  salvation. 
Ilalleiujih,  &c 

I  When   on  2i jii  we  stand,    having  gained  the 
blest  shore, 

With  onr  harps    in    our  hands  we'll   praise  hint- 
evermore; 

We'll  range  the  blest  fields  on  Lac  banks   of  the 
river, 

And  sing  hallelujah  forever  and  ever. 

Hallelujah,  &c. 


271. 
DROM  the  realms  where  the  day,  its  first  dawn- 

ing  extends, 
The  sun  of  the  gospel  in  glory  descends; 
Ye  forests  attend  while  your  children  combine 
In  accents  unusual,  in  transports  divine; 
Involved  in  uncertainty,  darkness  and  death* 
The  clouds  of  destruction  hung  over  our  earth, 
Till  yon  rising  splendor  enlightened  onr  way, 
And  pointed  our  steps  to  the  regions  of  day. 

2  A  council  on  high  has  been  held  to  inquire 
For  help  for  mankind;  and  peace  kindled  the  fire; 
Provision  was  found  for  the  nations  distressed, 
And  with  its  rich  bounty  all  lands  shall  be  bless'd; 
The  chain  of  salvation  let  down  from  above, 
Cemented  by  justice,  and  lightened  by  love, 
The  safety  of  hope,  the  conductor  of  grace, 

heaven  and  earth  in  its  mightv  emfcrace. 


358  THE    HARP 


3  On  high,  see  our  Jesus,  the  penitent's  friend, 
With  banners  of  mercy  compassionate  bend, 
Entreating  the  wretched,  rebellious  and  vile, 
From  ruin  to  flee,  and  repose  in  his  smilos 

The  Prince  of  salvation  is  coining!   prepare 
A  way  in  the  desert  his  name  to  declare; 
He  comes  to  relieve  you  from  sins  and  from  woes, 
And  bid  this  dark  wilderness  bud  like  the  rose. 

4  His  fame  shall  extend  from  the  east  to  the  west, 
Compose  all  the  tumult,  of  nature  to  re?t; 

The  Sun  uf  the  Gospel  illumine  the  skies, 
And  ages  on  ages  of  happiness  rise; 
The  brute-hearted  temper  of  man  shall  grow  tame, 
The  wolf  and  the  lion  lie  down  with  the  iamb; 
The  bear  and  the  kine  shall  contentedly  reedr 
While  children  their  young  ones  in  harmony  lead. 

5  The  serpent  shall  dart  all  his  venom  in  vain, 
The  wolf  and  the  lion  lie  down  with  the  lamb; 
The  infant  shall  play  on  the  hole  of  the  asp, 
And  smiling,  the  folds  of  the  cockatrice  grasp; 
No  more  shall  the  sound  of  the  war  whoop  be 

heard, 
The  ambush  and  slaughter  no  longer  be  fear'd; 
The  tomahawk  buried  shall  rest  in  the  ground, 
While  peace  and  good  will  to  the  nations  abound. 

6  All  spirits  of  war  to  the  Gospel  shall  bow, 
The  bow  lie  unstrung  at  the  tail  of  the  plough, 


THE    HARP 


To  prune  the  young  orchard  the  spear  shall  be 

bent, 
And  Love  greet  the  world  with  a  smile  of  con- 
tent; 
Slight  tinctures  of  skin  shall  no  longer  engage 
The  fervor  of  jealousy,  murder  and  rage; 
The   white  men  and  red  shall  in  friendship  be 

joined, 
Wide  spreading  benevolence  over  mankind. 

7  Hail,  scenes  of  felicity,  transport  and  joy! 
Where  sin  and  vexation  no  more  shall  annoy; 
Rich  blessings  of  grace  from  above  shall  begiv'n, 
And  life  only  serve  as  a  passage  to  Heaven. 
Roll  forward,  dear  Savior,  roll  forward  the  day, 
When  all  shall  submit  and  rejoice  in  thy  sway, 
When  white  men  and  Indians  united  in  praise, 
One  vast  hallelujah  triumphant  shall  raise, 

272.    The  Confidence  of  Saints. 
I  TYOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 
Lord, 
Is  laid   for   your   faith  in  his  excellent  word! 
What  more  can  he  say,  than  to  you    he  hath 

said, 
Who  unto  the  Savior  for  refuge  have  fled? 

"In  every  condition,  in  sickness  or  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  wealth, 
At  home,  or  abroad,  on  the  land  or  the  sep, 


360  T  HE    HARP 


As  thy  days  may   demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  bo. 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  he  not  dismay'd, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  overflow; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubies  to  bless. 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  thro'  firey  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  then,  when  grey  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in   my  bosom  be 
borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to 

shake, 
I'll  never—no  never — no  never  forsake." 


